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.]
[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.
[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?
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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]
[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.]
[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?]
[That's...kind of comforting, actually, finding out that he's not the only one who had to start at the bottom here. Oh, sure, Edgeworth knew that, but he hadn't met anyone who actually said that about themselves. That makes the facts a little more real. He's not going to mention any of this out loud, though.]
I'll leave you to your studying, then. But, if anything does change...
[Drink in the humility, Miles. Will's got in spades. Sometimes. When the time is right. He's been through much worse than starting off at the bottom, though, and this conversation has shown as much, so really, he doesn't consider it a strange thing to confess. Nbd.]
That I do. [It's almost like he's talking to a friend, oh no.] See you around.
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[Killing three birds with stone here, if it works out. Feel Good Inc. all over the place.]
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[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.]
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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
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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.
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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.]
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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]
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[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.]
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[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]
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[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.
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[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!]
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[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.]
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[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?
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[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.
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[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?]
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[YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIT GON GO DOWN]
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Normally I'd say congratulations, but that seems like it would be in poor taste, considering the circumstances.
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I appreciate the sentiment anyway.
[No worries bruh he feels you
in uncomfortably intimate ways, but shh shh no need to get into PURE EMPATHY~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~]
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How far along are you, anyway?
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IT AIN'T PERSONAL]
Got some tests to take. Doing a lot of studying. It's like starting at the bottom all over again, but that's to be expected.
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I'll leave you to your studying, then. But, if anything does change...
[He clears his throat]
Well, you know my number.
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That I do. [It's almost like he's talking to a friend, oh no.] See you around.