[At least the "fresh air" is calming his nerves... a little bit. He shoves his hands into his pockets and tries, to no avail, to push the mental image out of his mind of Edgeworth and Vanyel, laughing and smiling and doting over Vidia here on the sand.
(First you're obvious, now you're jealous? Should've just gotten drunk and passed out...)]
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[At least the "fresh air" is calming his nerves... a little bit. He shoves his hands into his pockets and tries, to no avail, to push the mental image out of his mind of Edgeworth and Vanyel, laughing and smiling and doting over Vidia here on the sand.
(First you're obvious, now you're jealous? Should've just gotten drunk and passed out...)]