[Edgeworth's eyes widen for a moment, and he starts to connect what Will's saying now to everything he's said about his past. However, he can think more on Will's false arrest later. He shoves those thoughts aside to focus on the man of the hour, Frederick Chilton.
He remains silent for a moment longer, mulling over Will's testimony while he sips from his mug of coffee. Can his word be trusted? After all, it wouldn't be the first time he's been burned by Will's sense of discretion. However, if Chilton was anything like Crane, if he had manipulated him, if he had violated his mind, would Will be singing his praises? Or would he be out for blood?
Edgeworth bets on the latter. There's also the hope that Will wouldn't let history repeat itself, that he wouldn't throw him in the fire a second time, but he can't depend on hope alone.]
So, Chil-
[He stops himself and clears his throat, remembering Will's gentle reminder]
The memories that Doctor Chilton helped you recover. They were all accurate, correct?
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He remains silent for a moment longer, mulling over Will's testimony while he sips from his mug of coffee. Can his word be trusted? After all, it wouldn't be the first time he's been burned by Will's sense of discretion. However, if Chilton was anything like Crane, if he had manipulated him, if he had violated his mind, would Will be singing his praises? Or would he be out for blood?
Edgeworth bets on the latter. There's also the hope that Will wouldn't let history repeat itself, that he wouldn't throw him in the fire a second time, but he can't depend on hope alone.]
So, Chil-
[He stops himself and clears his throat, remembering Will's gentle reminder]
The memories that Doctor Chilton helped you recover. They were all accurate, correct?