[He has some gall, complaining to him about abandonment. How could he expect him to stand by his side after knowing what he had done? How could he forgive him? Edgeworth scowls into his drink, but considers past events. He considers those he had written off in his past, men and women that he had assumed the worst of until they had proved him wrong. Men and women that he had dared to show mercy and softness towards.
Most importantly, though, he remembers the people who gave him a chance, despite his own secrets and his own misdeeds. When he thinks on their kindness, though, he remembers Toby's calm acceptance of him, and the trust he had shown. His expression grows distant and he breathes heavily, shaking his head.]
...I'm not sure if there is. Toby...
[His voice is quiet and stiff, but when he looks up at him, his voice turns firm.]
How well did we know each other back then? How well did we honestly know one another?
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Most importantly, though, he remembers the people who gave him a chance, despite his own secrets and his own misdeeds. When he thinks on their kindness, though, he remembers Toby's calm acceptance of him, and the trust he had shown. His expression grows distant and he breathes heavily, shaking his head.]
...I'm not sure if there is. Toby...
[His voice is quiet and stiff, but when he looks up at him, his voice turns firm.]
How well did we know each other back then? How well did we honestly know one another?