[He takes a good deep pull of the space liquor, awful though it is, and swallows, hard, fighting down that burning feeling that immediately sets up. Angry, still, he gives the glass a swirl, and then remembers that idiotic conversation about clockwise and anti-clockwise swirling.
Fuck you, Edgeworth. He drinks again.]
What'll happen to you, when you go home? What are you going back to?
[Has she told him before? Doesn't matter. The question seems relevant right now.]
no subject
Fuck you, Edgeworth. He drinks again.]
What'll happen to you, when you go home? What are you going back to?
[Has she told him before? Doesn't matter. The question seems relevant right now.]