there is a long, long silence from him following that, the wind swept right out of his sails. oh. guilt. it's a double edged sword, really. not even double edged - it's a pen knife with no casing. because the Doctor can help with this. it's a thing of the mind, a power all up in Edgeworth's head, in the heads of others, the manipulation of emotion, and training it and tethering it will be all about finding that control, that mental connection with his ability, and that's something with which the Doctor is in a perfect position to help.
but it's funny, isn't it? because guilt. the one thing that wracks him, always, always. terrifies him. guilt. his plague, his own personal poltergeists. there are many of them. in reality, there are billions, and if only that were an overstatement. which, of course, is what makes him entirely too equipped to handle this exact power. there is no guilt anyone could wring out of him that he hasn't already forced upon himself a thousand fold over the span of centuries. guilt is an old friend he wishes he'd never made but would not be himself without.
the cherry to top it all off, touch is exactly what he requires to make the connection to access a mind in the first place. it would be funny if it weren't so damning.
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there is a long, long silence from him following that, the wind swept right out of his sails. oh. guilt. it's a double edged sword, really. not even double edged - it's a pen knife with no casing. because the Doctor can help with this. it's a thing of the mind, a power all up in Edgeworth's head, in the heads of others, the manipulation of emotion, and training it and tethering it will be all about finding that control, that mental connection with his ability, and that's something with which the Doctor is in a perfect position to help.
but it's funny, isn't it? because guilt. the one thing that wracks him, always, always. terrifies him. guilt. his plague, his own personal poltergeists. there are many of them. in reality, there are billions, and if only that were an overstatement. which, of course, is what makes him entirely too equipped to handle this exact power. there is no guilt anyone could wring out of him that he hasn't already forced upon himself a thousand fold over the span of centuries. guilt is an old friend he wishes he'd never made but would not be himself without.
the cherry to top it all off, touch is exactly what he requires to make the connection to access a mind in the first place. it would be funny if it weren't so damning.
after moments, long stretched moments: ]
I can help.