[he's ready for it. He's lived this long with Edgeworth to know that the man bites when he feels backed in a corner. He squares his shoulders, ready for a stream of denial and accusation -
- and what he gets punches the air out of him. For a moment, he's sure he hadn't heard him correctly. Couldn't have. Edgeworth couldn't really mean - ]
Where? [he stares out at the crowd, pale and still angry and - cringing]
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- and what he gets punches the air out of him. For a moment, he's sure he hadn't heard him correctly. Couldn't have. Edgeworth couldn't really mean - ]
Where? [he stares out at the crowd, pale and still angry and - cringing]