Part 3
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"Speaking of that...how is he?"
Edgeworth leans forward. "He'll live. He hasn't woke up yet."
He nods and sighs. "What do you want to know?"
"What happened exactly?"
He shrugs. "I'm not exactly sure...there's gaps in my memory."
"Gaps?" Edgeworth frowns.
He nods. "I can't remember anything before waking up."
"Waking up?" Edgeworth draws a file out of the large, steel briefcase and flips through it. "Does this have anything to do with the blood found in your apartment?"
He shrugs. He has an idea of what's going on. He and Maya once had a conversation about alternate universes and what their counterparts would be like. She had suggested that he would have been a Prosecutor. He had laughed then, now he wondered what had been so drastic as to make him become a Prosecutor in this universe. "Hey Edgeworth," he asks instead. "Have you heard of a case called DL-6?"
Edgeworth arches an eyebrow. "What does a fifteen year old closed case have to do with anything?"
A lot actually, he doesn't say it aloud. "Nothing, I was just wondering."
Edgeworth sighs. "Please don't ask unrelated questions Wright. I really need to find out
what happened."
"Sorry," he mutters. "What do you want to know? I'll answer as best I can."
Edgeworth nods. "First off, whose blood is in your apartment?"
He inhales, a long slow breath and places his arms on the table. His wrists itch. They had wrapped bandages around them at the station and they pulled slightly whenever he
shifted. "It's mine," he says calmly and tugs his sleeves up.