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[Hopefully the dream England had was someone else's. Hopefully. Unless Cerealia decided to be a bit more simplistic this time and simply swapped each other's...]

What did you dream of?

[if it was anyone else's dream, England could have kept the secret. but since this is Edgeworth himself...]

It. Was about you.

[Well then. It looks like this glitch went the simplistic route instead. Edgeworth lets out a breath with a touch of relief. At least hopefully - hopefully - only England saw and experienced whatever that dream was. Edgeworth is not one to publicly broadcast details of his life unless it was a matter of life and death, or the revelation of the truth, or explaining something important, or anything along those lines.]

What about me?

[His voice is more subdued now. He almost dreads whatever answer England would give. Was it going to be the worst memory of his life? Or something less horrifying but more humiliating?]

Edited 2015-03-21 14:25 (UTC)

[England sighs inwardly in return, and closes his eyes to see if he can recall any of the images. actually, a lot of the dream comes back to him quite clearly]

Let's see. You were talking to a young woman, and she was hissing and kicking. Ah, she was really wound up about Gummy...

...She was ten. [He corrects England - or rather, clarifies that detail - before he could stop himself.] What happened next? [Edgeworth knows what will happen next since this is his memory, but he must know the extent of the memory England saw.]

[ten. whoops] Ah, sorry. [even though it's not really his fault for not knowing] Anyway, I remember... she started crying. Because her father had passed on. [closes his eyes] And then you told her about your own father, in order to console her.

[but Edgeworth's father... what happened to him? England has a nagging feeling that he didn't just pass away peacefully, but that part of the dream is more hazy, like an old memory]

I...I see. This is indeed a memory of mine, although I had not meant for her to hear what I said about my own father.

No need to apologize; this was not your fault. [It was the fault of the person responsible for the death of Kay's father.]

[hm... perhaps the mention of Edgeworth's father had been in his head? England really did not know. it was so weird, seeing someone else's memories. which reminded him of the fleeting images that had flashed through his mind, as well...]

If... It's not too personal, what exactly happened to your father? [because England remembers blood]

[Edgeworth had some semblance of closure before. In Death City, he encountered his dead father, alive and well again even for a short while. He finally got to speak to him, tell him everything that had transpired since that fateful day in the elevator...

No, the memories were still too painful. Apart from what England had seen and experienced, Edgeworth doesn't think he can bear to give away any more information. But on the other hand, this might be important to figure out more about what CERES was up to this time.

And another thing, this is an opportunity to see the limits of the glitch. Hopefully with as little revelation as possible.]

Was it not...mentioned, or hinted, while you experienced my memory?

[England takes a moment to choose his words carefully. he likes Edgeworth, and does not want to embarrass him, or cause him extra discomfort. it's already bad enough that England was experiencing a memory, as though he were inside Edgeworth's body]

Those memories weren't as vivid as the one with the little girl. But when your father was brought up, the image of a man slumped over came into view in my mind. And... I think there was blood. [basically, it did not look like a natural death to England]

[He doesn't say anything right away, but takes England's words in, turning them over and over in his head.

Those memories may not be as vivid, according to England, but...they were still there, if the other man could come up with the image of a man slumped over and the sight of blood despite knowing nothing about Edgeworth's past.

Lying would make this worse. Evasion was not the proper course of action, if the truth about this new glitch was to be brought to light. Besides, England had been in his memory. There's not much else to hide.

He exhales slowly, faintly.]

He was killed. So was the girl's - Kay's - father. [Edgeworth's voice is curt and restrained.]

[killed... England sighs silently, closing his eyes. that must have been painful for Edgeworth, losing his father in such a horrible way. to die of old age, or of natural causes was one thing. but to be killed...]

I'm sorry.

[Comparing it to what England had with America...it really magnifies how much Edgeworth lost. He feels a brief pang of jealousy that he quickly squashes. Jealousy was an unnecessary emotion.]

It wasn't your fault that CERES found a new game to play with us.

[if it helps, America's kind of an arse now, and they don't have a very good relationship. but details. they will get to that, eventually]

...Right. But. [England trails off, unsure of how to respond. he didn't ask to see someone else's memories. that was absolutely CERES' doing. but he's still... sad. for Edgeworth]

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All I ask is that you don't reveal this to anyone else.

[His voice is quiet, but there is a pleading note in it.]

You may tell them that you experienced my memory, but not the details.

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[oh! England nods, determination alighting his eyes]

You have my word. I won't tell a soul. [he's good about that, at least. how many of his own secrets has he kept from the other nations? hundreds? more like thousands]

Thank you. I appreciate it. [Edgeworth is sincerely grateful. England didn't seem like the type to broadcast this over the network, too.]

As for your memory...America was in it. He was...younger, I think.

[geh! he blinks]

My memory? [well, what did he expect?] You mean, we traded them?

Yes.

...That's why I called.

[England pinches the bridge of his nose, more frustrated with himself for not anticipating this turn of events. that was why Edgeworth said that CERES had played a game. with both of them, and who knew how many others!]

Right. Got it. [and then he realizes, that must also be how Edgeworth discovered his identity] ...So you said it had America in it. We have a rather lengthy history. I suppose.

The history of America and England as I know it is quite the yarn to begin with, in any case.

[he finally runs his hand down his face. there is over 200 years worth of history between himself and America, and so many of those memories could either be awful or embarrassing. England fears that anyone with access to his full profile may... think less of him. normally, he would not care what a human thinks of him, but he respects Edgeworth.

after a brief moment of paranoia] What did you see?

[A brief pause.]

You didn't like being in Europe, but your demeanor changed when you were with America. You were...happier, and more relaxed. You left, and he couldn't bear to be parted from you...

[Almost like how I couldn't bear to be parted from my father...for good.]

But when you returned, he was older, and seemed more independent.

[oh. that memory]

He grew up while I was away. The rugged terrain had made him stronger, and his people thrived even though they were ruled by a King from across the sea. It was... actually quite impressive, really, though I didn't think so at the time.

["He grew up while I was away."

That described how Edgeworth grew up, too. Accurately, even. He grew up, made bad choices, made better choices, shaped up, and got into his own share of trouble. And then, while at Death City, Gregory arrived and it was truly as if the younger Edgeworth had grown up while Gregory was simply away for a long time. Except that Gregory did not age past the day he died.

What could he say about that? England had every right to be proud of how far America has come...America may be, well, America, but he had come a long way from the little boy he was in England's memory.]

...Indeed. It is impressive, to see him grow and find his place in the world. [Almost literally, since he's a country. You know. Ha ha ha.]

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