Case #02

[cantacquityou]

 [It is late in the evening, and Edgeworth is returning to his room from spending countless hours at the Clinic. Upon opening his room door, something is a little...off, to say the least. He writes to the fellow residents of the castle:]








...I am still but a newcomer here, and I've yet to comprehend much the inscrutable workings of this place, but is finding a complete stranger in your bed considered a normal occurrence?

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[confidente]

[ He sighs. ] I know, it's bloody insane but we can't just ignore it.

[cantacquityou]

How long have you found yourself in this hallucinatory alternative reality?


[Sincerely hoping he had not asked this question already and had forgotten]

[confidente]

Three months. [ He's painfully aware of how long it's been, were he more like Sherlock he probably would have been counting the hours too. ]

[cantacquityou]

...All the more reason to consider the possibility. Three months is awfully long for a mere hallucination.

[confidente]

[ This is exactly why he had that rather loud argument with Sherlock. ] I know. I was hoping it was caused by being in a coma, but... [ He isn't so sure anymore. ]

[cantacquityou]

To give you that, such is another possibility, considering that there has rarely been documented cases in which dreams within a coma have appeared incredibly lucid to the comatose individual to the point of it being almost along the lines of a parallel reality. However, it is not usually the nature of dreams to remain so tangibly consistent over such an elongated period of time... nor, to my knowledge, do we sleep and dream within dreams.

[confidente]

[ Edgeworth stop poking perfectly logical holes in his coping process. It's totally uncool.

John groans, dragging his hands over his face. ]

The more I think about this the less sense it seems to make.

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth practically gets off on talks about 'Logic' and 'Truth,' unfortunately. :/]


Such are sentiments I can wholly identify with.
...But as I think on it, it is certainly a rare occurrence when I appear to be the optimist in a conversation...

[confidente]

It's hard for me to be optimistic about all this.

[cantacquityou]

Neither of us are. I was speaking in relative terms. But I concur.

Judging by your skepticism, I am sure you must be a normal, rational, sane human being, as much as I claim to be.

[confidente]

Normal and rational, yes. I'm not entirely sure about sane, all things considered.

[cantacquityou]

It's at least nice to know that you don't claim yourself to be an angel, or ..wizard, or a... demon, or such. It's nice to see someone of my own species for a change.

[confidente]

Ha, I can imagine. You're right, I'm as human as human can get. Nothing special or mystical about me.

[cantacquityou]

...From which part, might I ask?