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Fourth Case [Anonymous Text - Backdated to 4th]

There is an issue that has been in my mind for quite a few months, people of Animus.

As you all know, our worlds were somehow destroyed and, somehow, we were ‘saved’ by our souls being brought here and inserted into hideous wireframe constructs. Supposedly, we are still alive, despite the fact that we were ripped from our own bodies. ‘Death’, in a matter of speaking, is not permanent – we are just give a new ‘body’ to inhabit. However, in less than a year, when the Glamour system runs out, we will truly ‘die’ and not come back.

Some of us, however, are working to restore our worlds and bring us back there. The administrators claim to be doing that themselves. Whether or not they truly mean to do that, I cannot tell.

Would you believe that such a feat is truly possible, however, considering our own conditions and that of our worlds? Do you think that, somehow, the administrators can bring our worlds back so that we can return home? Or do you believe that we can find a way ourselves and stop the administrators before our time runs out next year?

Suffice to say, I am very doubtful of this idea, considering its sheer absurdity. However, as this entire tower is full of things that completely contradict proper logic, I am not sure if I can completely disregard it.

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[And about maybe an hour or two after Dia posted that, he finally replies. Because awwwwwwwkward.....]

I must say that I am impressed by that deduction, Diarmuid. As loathe as I am to admit it.

[Diarmuid really isn't all that surprised by the amount of time that passes between his text and the response. He's actually a little surprised he got a response at all. He can tell when he's being avoided. Not that he blames the man.]

It's really no great deduction, Edgeworth. You're my roommate. I would like to think you are also my friend. If I can't recognize your way of speaking, then I am doing something wrong.

[F-friend.....? Diarmuid thinks that he is a friend? How....?

To Edgeworth, Diarmuid had always seemed to be a trustworthy individual - if a little irritating at times. Still, are they technically friends? Well, maybe.....maybe not. Edgeworth has to think about that one.

Anyway...]

Is my way of speaking really that unique?

[Note to self: The next time he makes these anon posts, either filter them from this guy or type like those morons he had encountered while poking around on Steel Samurai forums. Preferably the former.]

Edited 2013-09-12 09:36 (UTC)

You do. The only other person I know who speaks in such a way is Waver when he's trying to sound professional and professor-like. However, he wouldn't make a post like this, so that only leaves you. And considering what just happened, I would be a fool not to think it was you. We...should talk about what happened.

[ANOTHER hour later...]

I suppose you are not going to give me a choice, are you?

I'm not going to force you to do anything, Edgeworth. You're an adult and can make your own decisions. However, holding it inside isn't going to help anything. Not when we share the same room and are working on the same research team. If you would prefer not to talk, then that is your choice. However, if I notice that is it interfering with how the team works or upsetting our roommates, then I may have to change my mind. ... If you wish to yell at me for failing you, just do so and get it over with. You will feel better.

[....]

Yell at you for failing me? Where did you get that absurd notion from?

It is hardly absurd. It is my job on the team to guard and protect everyone. You died. That means I failed at my job.

[While Edgeworth really did not feel like talking about the incident right now, if his roommate is going to start blaming himself for something that he could not have prevented, then Edgeworth isn't having it.

.....Good thing this is all typed.]

What could you have done? There were too many of those things and we were both surrounded.

I fought whole armies, Edgeworth. Hundreds of men. By myself. A few monsters should not have given me trouble. Especially now that I have supernatural skills I didn't have before!

[It's not something that can be shown by text, but Diarmuid is angry...at himself...and the keys on the terminal keyboard are paying the price as he hits them harder than he should.]

Diarmuid, get a hold of yourself. Supernatural or not, you are not invincible. The fact that you are still trapped in this tower proves that. We are only human - sometimes, we cannot save someone, no matter how powerful we are or how hard we try.

Unless you were lollygagging about when I was in trouble, which you weren't.

If there is someone who needs to take the blame for what has happened, then it would have to be me. I was the one who let myself get distracted, forgot the time and put us both in danger. For that, I am sorry.

It's my job to be in danger to protect you. You did nothing wrong. I...

[Diarmuid pauses in his typing here and takes a deep breath. As much as he wants to argue this point, being so angry isn't going to get them anywhere.]

My brother and I have been in this situation before. Something happens and we each blame ourselves for it. In the end, though, that does no one any good. We came to the conclusion that we should stop blaming each other and blame the Tower and the Administrators instead. After all, if it wasn't for them, you wouldn't have been out so late and would wouldn't have to worry about monsters to begin with.

It's all right, Diarmuid. I am perfectly aware of my own blunder and take full responsibility for it. You do not need to tell me otherwise, although the sentiment is appreciated.

That said, I certainly agree that the Administrators are ultimately at fault. I will do my best to help everyone else uncover the truth as much as possible. And to help ensure that our 'hosts' get their just desserts.

If that is possible, that is. [He would certainly not want to kill Jason and Ruana and would take no part in such a plan. Still, you can't put these guys in prison...]

If you don't blame me for what happened...why have you been avoiding me?

[If text can have a questioning tone, this text certainly does.]

I thought you were angry and that is why you haven't been around. Was I incorrect? ... We will find a way to make them pay, Edgeworth. Don't doubt that. It only wastes energy better spent on finding the way.

The only reason I can see to be angry at you is because you are being a blithering idiot for thinking that I should be.

Look, if it appeared that I was deliberately avoiding you, then I am sorry. The truth is that I need some time to myself to think things through. Don’t take it personally.

[And, because Diarmuid's last sentence suddenly caught his attention..]

You think there might be a way to stop our 'hosts'? We cannot exactly bring them to court.

[At first, part of Diarmuid wants to be angry at Edgeworth's words, but then he thinks about his roommate's attitude and what has just happened to him and the anger fades away.]

I understand. I realize that you are not likely to agree with me on this since we come from places that view justice in vastly different ways, but the courtroom in not always the proper place to deal with people. Some wrongs must be righted in a more...personal way. Death is not always the answer either. Some find a joy in that. I am not sure yet the best way for us to deal with the Administrators, but I am sure we will find the appropriate ways for each of them.

[Sorry, Dia. Getting personal info out of Edgeworth is like pulling teeth.]

Bringing them to court would be impossible, anyway.

The only thing I know we can do for the present is keep finding the truth.

[Although he is starting to question more about what happens afterwards.]

Not quite accurate. We look for the truth and find ways to set ourselves free so that we can get our worlds restored and see to it that the Administrators pay for what they have done. I think these things are really all tied together. Separating them is likely impossible and, honestly, unneeded if you ask me.

You really think that our worlds can be restored back to the way they originally were? That is rather optimistic of you. [And Miles cannot decide whether that is a good thing or not.]

I would rather be overly optimistic and fight until my last breath than to just give up and wait for the end. I have been broken once by this place. I am not going to allow it to happen again. Instead, they will find themselves broken. I will accept nothing else.

[.....]

Well, I hope your optimism does not go to waste. For your sake and everyone else's.

Why do I get the feeling you think me foolish for thinking that way? Someone must, Edgeworth, for all those who have forgotten how.

Actually, I cannot decide whether you are being foolish or not. I am just hoping it's the latter.

You and me both. Do not think I don't doubt, Edgeworth, for I do, but in the end doubting leads us nowhere. If we wish to succeed, we must try and doubting keeps people from even trying when it is given enough power.

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