[No, Miles is not feeling better. He doesn't think he'll ever feel 'better' again. But there's nothing to be done about that right now. This isn't a sort of feeling sick that any medicine could cure. Not unless they'd invented something that could cure existential dread, anyway.
He stares at the emoticon Maya has sent, not comprehending it for a moment, before sending a perfunctory reply and getting dressed to go outside. It's not bad here. If not for the fact that Maya's a dog-person and her boyfriend (which is still kind of weird) is a big dolphin right now, it could even, theoretically, be a decent vacation.
If only.
When he finds her, it's by the lake.] Maya. Good morning.
[It's really lucky for them both that Maya's only stuck as a giant dog at night— a privilege she won't have when she's mer again she knows, and so she tries to enjoy it as much as she can now. It means it's a lot easier to chat with Edgeworth and help out rhe members of the village.]
Hey! Mister Edgeworth.
[She can't help but grin at the sight of him despite what an awful mood he must be in.]
It's gonna take some getting used to seeing you here, [she tells him, pushing her too-fluffy hair out of her face to see him better.]
[The dark circles under his eyes are always there, but they're a little darker than usual.]
I slept...adequately. [So...about four hours.] And it's going to take some getting used to being here. [Killing people, he doesn't say. Becoming a monster.]
You know my default state of being is 'worrying', right?
[He nods.] Part of why I wasn't sleeping so well was because I was thinking about things. And you may want to come work for prosecutors full-time. I daresay we're more stylish.
[You look like you stepped out of Hamilton, you nerd.]
This place seems to have little in the way of a justice system for monsters than the prison, [he says.] I intend to fix that. [All on his own. Ambitious much?]
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He stares at the emoticon Maya has sent, not comprehending it for a moment, before sending a perfunctory reply and getting dressed to go outside. It's not bad here. If not for the fact that Maya's a dog-person and her boyfriend (which is still kind of weird) is a big dolphin right now, it could even, theoretically, be a decent vacation.
If only.
When he finds her, it's by the lake.] Maya. Good morning.
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Hey! Mister Edgeworth.
[She can't help but grin at the sight of him despite what an awful mood he must be in.]
It's gonna take some getting used to seeing you here, [she tells him, pushing her too-fluffy hair out of her face to see him better.]
Did you sleep okay?
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I slept...adequately. [So...about four hours.] And it's going to take some getting used to being here. [Killing people, he doesn't say. Becoming a monster.]
How are you?
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[Maya answers, leaning over to pat his arm a few times.]
Don't worry too much.
[Things will be the way they will be, whether they worry or not. Arms behind her back again, she offers; ]
Let me help you get used to it, then. You've gotta have more questions, right?
Well, have no fear, your impromptu ace assistant is here. It'll be my first time working for a prosecutor, though.
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[He nods.] Part of why I wasn't sleeping so well was because I was thinking about things. And you may want to come work for prosecutors full-time. I daresay we're more stylish.
[You look like you stepped out of Hamilton, you nerd.]
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[A smug little smile, and Maya carries on, gesturing for Edgeworth to follow her as she starts to walk around the lake.]
We should probably get something to eat soon, too... But you can ask anything you want on the way.
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Oh? Anything I want?
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[He shakes his head.] Every day I think I've adjusted to this place...
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