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"Gone fishing."

[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!

your one stop shop for not leaving him alone ]

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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.

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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!]

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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.]

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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?

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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.

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...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?]

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

[YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH SHIT GON GO DOWN]

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[Well now]

Normally I'd say congratulations, but that seems like it would be in poor taste, considering the circumstances.

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[Saying that it being in poor taste means it would fit right in is probably not going to be taken very well, but damned if he doesn't think it.]

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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[You get your empathy away from him Graham ANYWAY clearing his throat now]

How far along are you, anyway?

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[MAN IF HE COULD TURN THAT SHIT OFF YOU KNOW HE WOULD

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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[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...

[He clears his throat]

Well, you know my number.

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[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.