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“Well, I suppose a mere human like you wouldn’t know any better,” Edgeworth said, spreading his arms in a smug gesture, “but in fact-”
Phoenix knew he shouldn’t do it. He still didn’t even understand the power he apparently had, was still reeling from being plunged into such a different reality (well, time) so abruptly - and now the responsibility of questing after the shards of the jewel he’d broken, along with only Edgeworth for company. The hanyou already hated him, and they were stuck traveling together; there was no need to make things even worse by aggravating him even more.
But… he was so annoying. So condescending and rude and always twisting Phoenix’s words against him, and -
“Edgeworth? Hold it.”
It was petty, sure, but the abrupt squawk of distress as the red-robed man suddenly fell face first into the inn’s table - well, that made up for a lot, in Phoenix’s opinion.
