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"You've reached the Wright guy. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Maybe."

[ The look on his face shows how not happy he is to remember the events of the evening. It was a chilling experience, being forced to do things against his will. His tone is even, nearly flat, as he answers. ]

Not really. I could hear his voice, but my body was moving on its own. I tried to fight back, but nothing happened. [ And it's only now his composure cracks, and only because it's Edgeworth. ] He threatened Trucy. [ And even then, he couldn't do anything. ]

[And like very little else can, that sends a jolt of pure rage through Edgeworth. He stiffens, and his lips thin, and his eyes widen, and his face pales; he bites out - snarls - ]

He will not lay a hand on Trucy.

Keep an eye on her for me.

[ There's no one he trusts more than Edgeworth with this. Phoenix knows how much Trucy means to him, too. ]

I will.

[The burst of anger fades somewhat, enough that he can ask - ]

How did he know about her?

I imagine he took a little stroll through my head while he was up there.

[ He leaves unspoken what or who else Yomiel might have seen in there. The amount of people he cares for here are starting to build up... dangerously. (It's so frustrating, going back to that chillingly familiar feeling of being safer when he kept all his cards closer to his chest. Except even Kristoph at least couldn't read minds.) ]

He'll probably know about you too.

[That warning stirs no fear, though; instead, it just makes Edgeworth set his jaw. It makes him say, fiercely:]

I dearly hope he does.

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