[Edgeworth's lip was probably quivering during the movie and he has tried to valiantly blink tears away discreetly. So far, everyone else is too worked up to notice that he too has been caught up on the train of feels. Hopefully he won't need to actually dig for his handkerchief. The actual movie has nothing to do with it, of course. It's his memories, coming one after the other, moving him and reminding him how far he has come and how happy life can be -
He hears the robotic voice and he instantly snaps out of his teary reverie. Whipping around, he locates the speaker and the person defending herself from it. Edgeworth leaps out of his seat and squeezes past the other viewers, one hand on the hilt of the saber he always carried wherever he went - even to movie theaters.
Instead of drawing the weapon right away, however, Edgeworth attempts to...talk sense into this cleaning robot, placing himself between Pearl and it.]
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He hears the robotic voice and he instantly snaps out of his teary reverie. Whipping around, he locates the speaker and the person defending herself from it. Edgeworth leaps out of his seat and squeezes past the other viewers, one hand on the hilt of the saber he always carried wherever he went - even to movie theaters.
Instead of drawing the weapon right away, however, Edgeworth attempts to...talk sense into this cleaning robot, placing himself between Pearl and it.]
Hold it!