[This is really not something Phoenix has ever bothered to think about before. Sure, he's been asked--by Maya, at least and that bro he can't remember--but he's always shrugged it off with a laugh and a "that's just how I am" or "I just went with my gut instinct." But that's never really been the full extent of the answer, and it's only just now dawning on him that there's more to it than the surface level would lead him to believe.
What it all boils down to, he supposes, is impressions. Edgeworth had made such a lasting impression in Phoenix's mind, way back when they were in grade school together, that he'd never been able to let go of the mental image of that fiery spirit who stood up for him when the rest of his nine-year-old world was against him. He'd wanted so badly to have the chance to befriend that version of Miles Edgeworth, that when he found him again years later--all grown up and hiding sorrow behind a mask of emotionlessness--he knew he had his work cut out for him to uncover that little boy he knew was still in there, somewhere.
Of course, he's not going to say all that to Edgeworth and risk his innermost thoughts and feelings being snorted at and mocked. He sighs and adjusts his head a little, still unmoving from the shoulder he's claimed for the time being, and forces himself to answer as best as he can manage.]
You were kind to me, a long time ago. You showed me that I wasn't alone no matter how miserable I felt, and you showed me that you cared. I've just always wanted the opportunity to repay that... to do the same for you.
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Date: 2012-02-06 04:34 am (UTC)From:and that bro he can't remember--but he's always shrugged it off with a laugh and a "that's just how I am" or "I just went with my gut instinct." But that's never really been the full extent of the answer, and it's only just now dawning on him that there's more to it than the surface level would lead him to believe.What it all boils down to, he supposes, is impressions. Edgeworth had made such a lasting impression in Phoenix's mind, way back when they were in grade school together, that he'd never been able to let go of the mental image of that fiery spirit who stood up for him when the rest of his nine-year-old world was against him. He'd wanted so badly to have the chance to befriend that version of Miles Edgeworth, that when he found him again years later--all grown up and hiding sorrow behind a mask of emotionlessness--he knew he had his work cut out for him to uncover that little boy he knew was still in there, somewhere.
Of course, he's not going to say all that to Edgeworth and risk his innermost thoughts and feelings being snorted at and mocked. He sighs and adjusts his head a little, still unmoving from the shoulder he's claimed for the time being, and forces himself to answer as best as he can manage.]
You were kind to me, a long time ago. You showed me that I wasn't alone no matter how miserable I felt, and you showed me that you cared. I've just always wanted the opportunity to repay that... to do the same for you.