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We need to restore the full meaning of that old word, duty. It is the other side of rights.
[VOICE POST. Forward-dated to 2:30 as I have to be at work then. I will tag replies until I leave, and resume when I return (as long as it remains ICly feasible for him to have replied).]
[PUBLIC]
Effective at 4PM today, I will be turning myself in for the murder of the being known as Starscream. I... I must place my trust in the system I have worked to rebuild, and allow it to serve its purpose.
[Something faintly distant and detached creeps into his tone.]
...No man can be above the law, however devoted he may otherwise be to the duty of upholding it.
Rua, Ruka--you are to take care of each other until such time as Lupin returns to the home, do you understand? There are leftovers from last night's dinner, and plenty of simple food to be made when that is run out. If you--
[A pause. Keep your composure, Edgeworth. Perfection--even in the face of ruin. You remember the lessons, don't you? Of course you do. It's what you wanted, then. When you believed yourself guilty, as you do now.]
--If you need assistance until then, you are to contact Blue or Truth.
I'm... I am truly sorry.
I have never thanked you appropriately for the freedom you gave me in our world.
I do not deserve forgiveness, but nevertheless, I find myself wanting it.
Please understand.
[PUBLIC]
Effective at 4PM today, I will be turning myself in for the murder of the being known as Starscream. I... I must place my trust in the system I have worked to rebuild, and allow it to serve its purpose.
[Something faintly distant and detached creeps into his tone.]
...No man can be above the law, however devoted he may otherwise be to the duty of upholding it.
Rua, Ruka--you are to take care of each other until such time as Lupin returns to the home, do you understand? There are leftovers from last night's dinner, and plenty of simple food to be made when that is run out. If you--
[A pause. Keep your composure, Edgeworth. Perfection--even in the face of ruin. You remember the lessons, don't you? Of course you do. It's what you wanted, then. When you believed yourself guilty, as you do now.]
--If you need assistance until then, you are to contact Blue or Truth.
I'm... I am truly sorry.
I have never thanked you appropriately for the freedom you gave me in our world.
I do not deserve forgiveness, but nevertheless, I find myself wanting it.
Please understand.
[ACTION]
...Ruka?
[ACTION SPAM YAY]
[At the sound of her name she uncurls a little, looking over her shoulder. She doesn't move beyond that though, and just stares.]
[akshun]
[It's a brief contact, at most, but he doesn't know what else he's supposed to do. His father never had to do this.]
[it's people doing things in real time, it's action] WHY DO OUR MUSIC PLAYERS HATE US
[She's still not crying, but her lip is trembling something fierce, as is her voice.]
Y-You're going?
i have a mild suspicion that computers are secretly mildly sentient and enjoy taunting us
[For some reason, Edgeworth allows himself to tug gently, twice, on the long strands of hair at one side of her face where they hang just below the ponytails. It gives him a full second in which he is free to smile inwardly (an expression which translates into a somewhat sad one by the time it comes to the surface) but that moment passes all too quickly.]
[Uncertain as to what he should say, he chooses to answer her previous question. The one from the communicator.]
It was me, Ruka. I...
[Quietly.]
I have to answer for my actions.
... "fugitive." I think you may be right.
[Even if he didn't have these advantages, Edgeworth was probably one of the best parents Ruka could have asked for (but wouldn't).]
[At his words, and the gentle playing with her hair, Ruka's hands curl into small fists against the cushions of the couch. Distantly, she's aware that she should feel angry, and in some way betrayed — if he was telling the truth, and he did kill someone, then such was an unforgivable action, no matter the circumstances. In the moment, she finds that she cares too much about the departure itself to devote her feelings to the reasons behind it.]
[She opens her mouth to say something, but all that comes to mind are her own accusatory words from just the day before. Everyone is always leaving. She swallows hard, closing her eyes, turning her head down.]
You...
[What can she say?]