[The silence twists Edgeworth's stomach into knots, and a childish part of him expects it to end with a reprimand, a scolding, an insult, the same words he used against himself after his act of complete idiocy. But instead, he gets concern. He blinks, quiet for a moment, until he remembers that these are standard questions when someone's been assaulted]
No, I'm- [clears his throat] I'm fine. There was a minor injury, but my, ah, talents took care of it.
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No, I'm- [clears his throat] I'm fine. There was a minor injury, but my, ah, talents took care of it.