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I was framed [There is absolutely no uncertainty in Will's tone on that one. This isn't a case of someone being found with their hand in the bloody cookie jar and trying to make light of it, this is irrefutable fact.] for multiple murders and incarcerated. When more evidence came to light and proved that the real killer was not behind bars, I was released.

[It's super simple, okay.]

[Edgeworth's head is swimming, still dazed by the information, unable to take it all in. This is... none of this can be right. He breathes in, trying to center himself]

Define-

[The word comes out weak and shaky, the kind of pathetic tone that Edgeworth hates. So he stops himself, and when he starts over, his voice is stronger, louder, more firm and in control.]

Define more evidence.

[He has an awful, sickening feeling about what that could mean... both for Will's home, and possibly his own.]

[He can't do what he did on Miles' post to the Network, but damned if he doesn't think about it.]

They found a body [Simplify it as much as possible, easier that way.] that had been strung up with fish hooks. Flies tied by hand, like the ones I've always made. Human remains had been woven into the hooks. DNA matched them to same the people I was incarcerated for, as well as others who had been murdered while I was in a cell. [The plot thickens. Like blood pudding! And despite Will's intimate involvement with it all, he has a handy knack for giving out these details like he's reading from a text book. His voice is even, steady, letting out known fact once again. None of this is private information back in Baltimore, after all.] All charges were dropped within a day of the results.

[Then he went back to work.

And back to therapy. But. Shh.]

[Thank you Will for not being a complete smartass. Also, your life? Pretty messed up. However, it's not long before his attention drifts from Will's situation to his own. What if he finds another dead body when he gets home? What if his mistakes lead to another corpse?

...he puts the self absorption on hold to focus on Will again. It seems safer that way.]

That's... [Good? No, good doesn't sound like the right word to use here. Time to switch gears] ...what happened afterward?

[A lot of confusing shit. Where does one begin with a case of bird in woman in horse uterus!?]

I went back to work. [That is not a lie, but it's clearly a Story. A Big, Long Story that he either doesn't know how to approach or doesn't feel comfortable approaching for whatever reason. So back to what started this! Make it sound like shifting the topic back on tracks, even.] Are you thinking about finding a psychiatrist?

[Only Miles can't know just how still on the topic of "what happened afterward" such a question is. Thank God for small favors.]

Hrk-!

[Okay, so that's what he actually called about, but he had hoped to lead into it on his own terms. Make it sound hypothetical. That's how Edgeworth had planned this conversation. Unfortunately, his plan didn't include finding out someone had been framed for murder. Nothing derails a conversation like criminal conspiracy!]

...not exactly. More like it's been suggested to me.

[And telling by that stiff, gruff, and absolutely sour tone, Will can probably tell that the suggestion isn't really a suggestion]

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[There's plenty of conspiracies to go around, just look at the Hornets and all the hullabaloo with memories.

But. Ah. That word. Well then.]

My advice would be to get started on that immediately. [Rip it off like a band-aid, don't drag it out. That's just painful.] There are two imPort psychiatrists, to my knowledge. [Wait.] Would you be more comfortable with one from our little community or one outside of it?

[Sighs, and throws his hand up.]

Neither. But if I have to choose...

[A pause]

...then someone from the inside. That way, I won't feel completely insane the next time I have to explain supervillains or mind control plots or... or whatever else this wretched place has to throw at us.

[Yes, he knows this Earth is different. Yes, he knows all those cheap comic book tropes are very much a part of this Earth's reality. But there's a difference between knowing about a situation and being personally involved with a situation]

[Throwing up hands like a good cannibal.]

Doctor Crane would probably be the better of the two. [He doesn't have any room to judge Miles' reaction to supervillains and mind control plots, no matter how different this Earth is. It's all still so not what Will knows in his own world, he can understand it. Knowing doesn't mean believing, and it doesn't mean understanding.] He just opened an evening and weekend clinic. First name Jonathan. I'd suggest him before Doctor Chilton.

[One day, Will can look back at what he just said and promptly enjoy yet another meal of eating his own dumbass words.]

...and what's the matter with Doctor Chilton?

[Sounds more curious than suspicious. He's not familiar with either doctors, and he can't help but wonder why one's recommended over the other.]

He was the administrator at the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane I mentioned earlier. [Because saying "nothing" is a huge fucking lie and Will Graham is not going to get into what's wrong with Frederick Chilton without Good Reason ("Good").] Doctor Crane has mentioned his specialties being outside the realm of the criminally insane. I imagine he'd be a better fit.

[Killing three birds with stone here, if it works out. Feel Good Inc. all over the place.]

[There's a long pause, followed by a stiff, muted-]Ah.

[Straightens up, and coughs into his hand]

I, erm, I see. [Awkward. On multiple levels. For the both of them, even!] Doctor Crane it is, then.

[And he's gone from awkwardness to dissatisfied grumbling again. Hello, status quo.]

[Awkward is good. Will's used to awkward. Great waters to navigate, awkward ones.]

Let me know how it goes, if that's not too much to ask. [He doesn't mean his therapy, though, and is quick to clarify. Too invasive, and he and Miles aren't that close.] I haven't talked to him extensively.

[Let him know if Crane's cool beans, that's what he's getting at. If he's not cool beans, he can be paired with some fava beans.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

]

[Oh like hell he's telling him about theraaaalright he's not asking about therapy, he's asking about Crane. That's good? Goodish? Better than the alternative?]

If he turns out to be a total quack, you'll be the first to know. With luck, though, our acquaintanceship will be too short to report much of anything.

[A total quack would be preferable, but guess who's not going to say that? Just take a guess.

Hint: Will Graham.

He's also not going to address how that sure is a specific way Miles seems to be intent on this going, either, and how that could only set him up for frustration. Him, Crane, any doctor he has to deal with...]

Fingers crossed. [And then, since it seems that Miles has gotten what he came for but dug up the unexpected in the process, and Will's never hidden it in the first place:] Any other questions?

[You know, about the...thing.]

[Wait, about psychiatry? Or...oh. Oh. He hesitates for a moment. He should have questions. He should get details. He shouldn't take what was said at face value, he reminds himself. But he didn't plan for a revelation like this. And without a plan... well, that's where Edgeworth tends to flounder.]

About Baltimore. [Breathes in] How many people know already?

[It seems like the best question to ask to set some boundaries, and see what the scope of the situation is]

It was one of the first things Freddie said about me when she got here.

[There is a lack of anything negative in that statement. No disgust, no bitterness, nothing at all that makes it seem like he has ever had any issue with Freddie Lounds.]

She's gone now, by the way.

[If anything, Will sounds sad, like he misses her. He does. He really, really does.]

Wait, you mean she was ported back?

[He's not sure why Will's so sad about that pain in the neck being ported back. She's just being sent home, right? That doesn't sound too bad]

It's possible.

[It's probable, in some minds. Will has gone back to Baltimore. But Abigail has gone away for a week and come back without returning to that bloody mess. Just vanished, gone nowhere but not been here. And that is, Will knows, probably not unique to her.]

She was murdered first, though. She's very much gone.

Wait, she was what?!

[His shock is loud and immediate. He can't be hearing this right. He was no fan of Freddie Lounds, but that didn't mean he wanted her dead!]

Murdered.

[There is no shock on Will's end. He's had enough time to digest it, and has known all along that the only way to take Freddie Lounds out of the picture is to do so with something lethal. It's a sad fact that must be dealt with at this point, and where Miles is loud and quick, Will is quiet, slowly repeating that single word. Not that he does so in the mocking way someone might with a person who was being obtuse. More that he's calm, waters flat instead of turbulent, still awash with blood.]

That's-

[He stops himself, taking a deep breath. If there's one thing that's important in a situation like this, it's keeping a cool head. Composing himself, Edgeworth forces his voice to stay even and level]

Are there any leads so far?

Nothing solid.

[Will seems to have a pretty cool head about the whole thing, but then again: this is his job. His old job, the job he's trying to get back, here and now, thanks to Freddie Lounds. And, hopefully unknown to anyone but two, Abel Gideon. Talking about people who have been murdered, horrifically so, is something he's done just before eating. Just after eating. While having breakfast. It's normal, however morbid others might find that.]

I'm aiming to change that soon.

...really? How so?

[He's keeping his voice calm and neutral, save for his curiosity. While he's aware of Will's past job, that was just it. A past job. Just what can he do here in Heropa?]

I'm in the process of getting back into my old career.

[YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIT GON GO DOWN]

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