[Edgeworth clenches his jaw when Toby speaks, but he remains silent, breathing in sharply. His gaze is distant, but after a brief pause, he speaks.]
...there was a boy.
[He had explained, however vaguely, what had changed his mind. But now is the time for more specific details.]
Some teenage brat on a power trip. [He snorts and shakes his head] He had hurt someone who I felt... responsible for, and I wanted him behind bars before his tantrum harmed anyone else. However...
[He breathes in and scowls at the table, shifting uncomfortably in his seat]
...a friend of his intervened. He told me about his powers, and warned me that imprisonment could lead to disastrous results. The boy - he's a psychic, and a powerful one at that. So nullification...
[He sighs, and taps his finger against the glass]
Have you ever seen what happens when someone shakes up a can of soda, or beer, or anything of the sort? Anything carbonated. It's a similar principal. Nullifying him could have put his talents under pressure, and as soon as those restraints are removed...
[He sweeps his arm over the table, in a weak pantomime of an explosion]
...the results could have been lethal, not just for him, but for everyone around him. And, as much as I wanted to see that punk get his just desserts, I decided to take a risk and allow his friend to act as his parole officer. I put through the paperwork to put him in his custody instead, all the while expecting him to go back to his old ways. But...
[He purses his lips together, remaining silent for a moment]
He hasn't. Or at least, he hasn't yet. In fact, I dare say there were moments where the boy acted heroically. And I...
[Edgeworth doesn't admit that he's wrong. He never will. However...]
...it's given me food for thought. About a lot of things, to be honest.
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...there was a boy.
[He had explained, however vaguely, what had changed his mind. But now is the time for more specific details.]
Some teenage brat on a power trip. [He snorts and shakes his head] He had hurt someone who I felt... responsible for, and I wanted him behind bars before his tantrum harmed anyone else. However...
[He breathes in and scowls at the table, shifting uncomfortably in his seat]
...a friend of his intervened. He told me about his powers, and warned me that imprisonment could lead to disastrous results. The boy - he's a psychic, and a powerful one at that. So nullification...
[He sighs, and taps his finger against the glass]
Have you ever seen what happens when someone shakes up a can of soda, or beer, or anything of the sort? Anything carbonated. It's a similar principal. Nullifying him could have put his talents under pressure, and as soon as those restraints are removed...
[He sweeps his arm over the table, in a weak pantomime of an explosion]
...the results could have been lethal, not just for him, but for everyone around him. And, as much as I wanted to see that punk get his just desserts, I decided to take a risk and allow his friend to act as his parole officer. I put through the paperwork to put him in his custody instead, all the while expecting him to go back to his old ways. But...
[He purses his lips together, remaining silent for a moment]
He hasn't. Or at least, he hasn't yet. In fact, I dare say there were moments where the boy acted heroically. And I...
[Edgeworth doesn't admit that he's wrong. He never will. However...]
...it's given me food for thought. About a lot of things, to be honest.