((Today in the Wellington-has-amnesia chronicles...
Wellington: *It is late in the afternoon when Wellington and Matt are approached by a pair of guards. Without explanation, only a stern "come with us" command, Wellington is handcuffed and led away. He calmly follows the two down the corridors, occasionally commenting on inane things and asking questions, without much response from the two guards. They lead him through a pair of locked doors and into a more respectably designed sector of the prison, until they come to a wooden office door. One of the guards knocks, waits for a reply, and then leads Wellington inside.*
Miles: *his voice is flat and businesslike, but it's clear from his tone that he'd rather not be speaking to this man.* Have a seat, Mr. Wellington. *He waves at the guards, who take a half-step back but continue to hover within arm's reach of the prisoner.*
Wellington: *Gives Edgeworth a simplistic smile and obediently sits in the chair across from him. He lifts both his arms so he can brush his loose hair out of his eyes, then puts his hands on his lap and resumes smiling at him* Hi! Um... sorry, I'm not sure, but... do I know you?
Miles: *a brief narrowing of his eyes at the prisoner's casual attitude.* You can call me Prosecutor Edgeworth. I am the prosecutorial liaison who has taken responsibility for the reform of this prison. I need to verify a report I was given about an incident you were involved in just over a week ago.
Wellington: Over a week ago...? *the blank look in his eyes seems to sink in deeper, and he tilts his head and frowns* ... *shakes his head in a confused gesture* ...I don't think I can help, Prosecutor Edgeworth. *smiles again* You should try asking Matt. He's really helpful.
Miles: *his expression turns incredulous and he narrows his eyes suspiciously.* This incident was, in part, a complaint against Matt Engarde, Mr. Wellington. I doubt he would give me a straight story about it. If you're afraid of retaliation, don't be. The injuries you sustained were not enough to merit any sort of severe punishment. I'm more interested in what the guard did.
Wellington: Injuries? Oh, are you talking about when something hit my head? Because that wasn't over a week ago. Do you think a guard did that?
Miles: *he draws himself up in his seat, looking blankly at the wall over Wellington's head. He sighs, and it's a long-suffering, irritable sigh.* You recently sustained a head injury? *It's a question, but it's also a resigned statement.*
Wellington: Well, I don't think it was really bad. Except it must have done something to my eyesight, because everything is really blurry unless I'm right next to it, and it hasn't gotten better yet.
Miles: *scoffs* In that case I'll have the guards conduct you to the infirmary for a check, you've likely suffered a concussion. Irrespective, there was no head injury reported in the record from the infirmary after this event, just some minor bruising and abrasions.
Wellington: *leans back in the chair* Matt didn't think I needed to go to the infirmary.
Miles: *he ignores that statement completely* The records I have start at the night before the incident, when a guard allegedly conducted you to the wrong cell. You were then found in Matt Engarde's cell in the morning, with the aforementioned injuries. I need you to verify these events for me, as well as *he flicks to the next sheet in the report and gives a darkly amused smirk* fill in the gap between.
Wellington: *stares blankly* ...When did that happen? Over a week ago, you said? *lifts his cuffed hands to rub the side of his forehead for a moment* ...I guess I went to visit Matt? *shrugs*
Miles: *he puts the folder down* Are you attempting to protect Matt Engarde? It's nearly crystal clear what happened. The guard conducted you to the wrong cell, you were injured by Mister Engarde, and then you were released in the morning and went to the infirmary. Right now I'm more concerned with the guard than Mr. Engarde so you can stop your foolish attempts to lie.
Wellington: *looks startled* You think Matt hurt me? He wouldn't do that. He's been helping me.
Miles: *his lip curls* I thought Armando was joking when he said you'd claimed you 'fell down the stairs'... There is ample evidence that the two of you have, if nothing else, a very complicated and violent relationship. I grow weary of this runaround. All I want is for you to tell me the truth in your own words, so that there is evidence enough to fire the offending guard more easily.
Wellington: *looks down at his lap, and is silent for a long moment* ...........Hm... *shakes his head and looks back up at Edgeworth* ...I can't recollect. I'm trying. *shrugs helplessly* ...I still don't remember.
Miles: *a glare.* No need to continue the charade. At this point I'm certain I'd rather not have to hear all the lurid details. We'll be able to fire the guard either way. *he squares his shoulders* Before I have you escorted out, I'll hear any other security complaints you may have.
Wellington: *shakes his head* The guards have been really nice. I don't really know how I got hit in the head, but other than that everything has been pretty good. Especially with the help Matt has been giving me. *smiles, unaffected by Edgeworth's glare*
Miles: *shakes his head as well, though it's irritable and resigned.* Fine. I'll go forward without your testimony. It's a shame that head injury didn't knock some- *he stops and blinks* Ah. *he resettles and gives Wellington a measured look.* What can you remember, Mr. Wellington?
Wellington: *shakes his head again* Only the things Matt told me about, like why I'm here. He didn't talk about any "incident" just over a week ago.
Miles: ... *he pours himself a cup of tea and takes a nonchalant sip, but there's a deeply amused tremor in his shoulders.* You have amnesia, Mr. Wellington. And Matt Engarde has clearly taken advantage of that. You'll be escorted to the infirmary from here. *takes a sip* I'll tell the interim warden to have your statement taken and sent to me when your memories return.
Wellington: Well, I kinda figured I have amnesia... *looks to the side ponderously* I don't see why you think Matt is taking advantage of me, though. He's been very kind and helpful to me.
Miles: *shakes his hand irritably, shooing the younger man away. The guards come up behind him and lift him out of the chair by his shoulders.* I'm sure it seems that way. Enjoy your stay in the infirmary.
Wellington: Okay. Nice talking to you, Prosecutor Edgeworth! *smiles and lifts both hands in a short wave, then is led away*
Miles: *lets out a slow sigh through his nose as the prisoner leaves, picking up the file and making a couple of notes.*
((For the record, Wellington's stay in the infirmary immediately after was short. Nothing could really be done for him, and he had already re-learned the schedule and where everything is, so he was released about an hour later.))