tvk | ⚔ 023; [action/video] dated to 4/27

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lancer (diarmuid ua duibhne)

⚔ 023; [action/video] dated to 4/27

[action; locked to Saber]

[She was alive. She was alive, she was alive, and while not everything had followed his plan perfectly, she was alive and that was all Diarmuid cared about as the result of it. That was the best he could have hoped for, and now she was on her way to his hotel room--it was probably lucky Grainne wasn't around. He had already had a hell of a time explaining why he had come home bruised, bloody, and with at least two cracked ribs.]

[Whatever. Didn't matter. So what if moving caused him agonizing pain, she hadn't asked him to move. He needed to stay exactly where he was and wait, as he had promised he would. Just a few minutes more and all of this would have been made worthwhile as soon as he saw her face.]

[video]

[Much later, Diarmuid finally made a video post; probably less than a good idea, because then everyone could see how scratched up, bruised, and bandaged his fight with Maiya had left him. But despite all that, he seemed...oddly content.]

I missed my birthday. Shame, really...I'd hoped to celebrate it for the first time in quite a while. That's alright, it is not as if I've never ignored this before. I wonder, does this make me twenty-six or does it not count for someone like me?

[He shrugged, then seemed to immediately regret it judging by how he winced in pain.]

Ah, one more thing--how well do healing spells work on broken bones? [Calm and casual as ever.] Even a little would help, it's actually very difficult to move as I am now.

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It shouldn't matter quite so much anymore. I do not know with certainty how well this plan has worked, but with a little luck no more Servants should be in danger for now.

I'd like to take your statement immediately -- in person, if at all possible.

I'll talk if you would not mind coming over. It's a little difficult to walk, honestly.

Not at all.

[Shortly, there's a knock at Diarmuid's door.]

[He answered it with a smile, though it was obvious standing up straight was a little difficult. Ah, well. He'd survived worse.]

Good to see you. Please, come in.

[And Edgeworth had been expecting worse, so he's at least able to take it in stride this time. Diarmuid may notice that there's a large pad of lined paper under the prosecutor's arm.]

Of course. [And after a bow, in he comes.]

In the interests of making sure you don't aggravate your injuries unnecessarily, I'm willing to retrieve things on your behalf so long as you're here.

That's kind of you, but I have survived worse than this. I'm hardly going to be running a marathon anytime soon, but I will be able to take care of myself.

[He sat down in the nearest chair with a small smile.]

Where would you have me begin?

[Edgeworth seats himself in the next closest one while grabbing the pad of paper with the hand opposite the arm it's under, then pulls his pen out from a pocket inside his blazer with his free hand.]

It's not a question of doubting your ability to endure, but of doing what little I can to speed your recovery.

[He raises his pen to the paper.] From the beginning of your encounter.

Well, since you already know what my intended plan was, I will skip the exposition.

[Here we go.]

I along with Shirou Emiya went out into the city at night to find the person responsible and hopefully confirm my suspicions. I had reason to believe that person would target me next, so I intended to make the best of an inevitable situation. Upon finding them, I contacted Emiya and instructed him to get to that individual's location before entering his line of sight myself.

The desired result was that Emiya would witness someone either about to or in the process of committing murder. Fortunately for me, his timing was impeccable and it was the former of the two. He then encountered Emiya Kiritsugu about to kill me.

I went to meet them at said location, but I'm afraid that's where the original plan derailed. I was confronted by a woman that was clearly his accomplice, and after a short fight she knocked out the support of the structure we were in.

Frankly, I don't quite remember how I got home. I think Emiya might have helped me with that, but I was a bit dazed at the time.

[Edgeworth writes all this down with purposeful speed.]

Did you have a particular reason to believe that you would be targeted next?

Simple logic. I was the one who suspected him the most. I am the one closest to Arturia, not counting Shirou, and therefore the one with the most reason to pursue him.

Someone that clever was bound to go after the most obvious target next.

[Edgeworth nods and writes this down.]

Are this Shirou and Kiritsugu related to one another?

Father and son. That was why I wanted Shirou to help me--he may well be the only one in Prospero that Kiritsugu would not kill if he stood in the way.

I admit I had no way of knowing that with absolute certainty and that was foolish on both our parts, but if there was even a chance of it we had to try.

How is it that you determined where Kiritsugu Emiya was likely to be?

I looked for him myself. He seemed the type to operate from a distance; as it turns out they make rifles for just such a combat style, and those are best used from a high vantage point. Therefore, I assumed he could be found on the rooftop of some particularly high building.

Indeed; they're known as sniper rifles. [Writing all this down before he goes on.]

For the record, could you describe how it is that you're already familiar with Kiritsugu? [Edgeworth sounds vaguely apologetic as he asks that question.]

[For what it was worth, Diarmuid didn't seem too bothered by it.]

He was Kayneth's adversary in the Fourth Holy Grail War, the Master of a Saber-class Servant. I did not know his name until his arrival in Prospero, but I was able to recognize him on sight after crossing paths with him twice in Fuyuki City.

(And to judge by our prior conversation, the possibility exists that Diarmuid might be painted as having a grudge against the man by the defense. I'll need to be prepared for that eventuality... assuming, of course, that we can find a defense attorney at all.)

[Edgeworth writes Diarmuid's words down somewhat more slowly, looking slightly melancholy.]

...Is there a problem somewhere?

I'm merely considering the defense's potential arguments... provided, of course, that we can even find a defense at all.

What happens if we can't?

Then I fear that I may not be able to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt... or worse still, that I may cause the innocent to be convicted erroneously once more.

Hm. Well, we'll have to find a way around that little problem.

I wouldn't consider the problem "little". It wasn't merely my earlier methods that allowed me to go undefeated for four years -- in that time, I rarely encountered a defense attorney with the will and resourcefulness to even present so much as a challenge. Defense is arguably the most difficult job in the field of law to begin with, and we need not just any defense attorney, but one of the highest caliber.

I wasn't speaking literally. I can tell this is no minor issue.

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