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[ The other's tone quiets him a little inwardly. God, Edgeworth, he can't be mean to you when you pull that kitten-in-the-rain shit. He also has no kind words to say, no real reassurances to give. In a time before, he might have stubbornly objected to the concept of hopelessness. Now, though, he knew that justice would not prevail unless it was pushed, and in a world that made its own rules... ]