[Edgeworth takes a couple of breaths before continuing.]
I wasn't sure what to make of what happened for some time. I was of course angry at Manfred von Karma at first, but he was to suffer and even be swiftly executed for his crimes, to say nothing of all that he had done for me despite his ulterior motives. My misplaced trust was too slow to fade to make the matter of accepting the full implications of his true face easy.
Furthermore, there was the matter of Wright. Although it was clear that he didn't wish me ill, I simply couldn't grasp why. Even if we were friends in grade school, we were still enemies now, or so I thought. My mentor's influence was not so easily disregarded even after the truth of his schemes were brought to light. At the same time, in light of my mentor's betrayal, I couldn't be certain that Wright's motives were what they seemed to be.
Finally, I now had my doubts that I was worth saving to begin with. In prosecution, I had found a calling that suited me better than my boyhood dream of following my father into the role of defense. Even some traits that hinder me elsewhere are strengths in such a position. And yet, I now wondered whether a prosecutor was any better than a criminal himself. I had all-new reasons to hate myself.
Regardless, with difficulty I continued as best I was able for over a month, despite the fact that on many days I couldn't bring myself to leave my apartment. A major factor in this decision was that my coworkers were the last people remaining whom I felt I could trust.
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I wasn't sure what to make of what happened for some time. I was of course angry at Manfred von Karma at first, but he was to suffer and even be swiftly executed for his crimes, to say nothing of all that he had done for me despite his ulterior motives. My misplaced trust was too slow to fade to make the matter of accepting the full implications of his true face easy.
Furthermore, there was the matter of Wright. Although it was clear that he didn't wish me ill, I simply couldn't grasp why. Even if we were friends in grade school, we were still enemies now, or so I thought. My mentor's influence was not so easily disregarded even after the truth of his schemes were brought to light. At the same time, in light of my mentor's betrayal, I couldn't be certain that Wright's motives were what they seemed to be.
Finally, I now had my doubts that I was worth saving to begin with. In prosecution, I had found a calling that suited me better than my boyhood dream of following my father into the role of defense. Even some traits that hinder me elsewhere are strengths in such a position. And yet, I now wondered whether a prosecutor was any better than a criminal himself. I had all-new reasons to hate myself.
Regardless, with difficulty I continued as best I was able for over a month, despite the fact that on many days I couldn't bring myself to leave my apartment. A major factor in this decision was that my coworkers were the last people remaining whom I felt I could trust.