When you've run into a wall with no place to go

[The feed turns on at past one o'clock in the morning, a deliberate post from our ever-insomniac future-prosecutor as he and his Pokémon wander aimlessly down Route 31 on the night of the attempt on Phoenix's life. At first, Edgeworth doesn't do much other than hold his Gear, the camera focused instead on Pess's concerned face as her trainer stood there, silently, before her.

After a while, Pess whines softly, jolting him out of his thoughts, and the boy finally speaks, turning the camera towards himself and -- huh, what is with that depressed-looking face?]

.....This is a message for everyone who saw Phoenix Wright's video earlier today:

He'll be all right, now. Help came early, and he was able to be properly treated. He won't be at his best, but at the very least, he should be able to move around a little by this weekend, although I don't think having him travel would be a good idea. If only Pess could evolve without a Fire Stone; those stones are so expensive..

In any case, his life won't be in immediate danger anymore...

[It is here that he pauses, seeming to hesitate. And a flash of guilt flits across his face right before that forced calm of his crumbled. Whatever it is that's on his mind, it's clearly a big deal to him, and his frown deepens, eyebrows knitting together. His eyes almost look like their watering.. After almost a whole minute, Edgeworth pulls a Pokéball out of his pocket.]

I caught an Spinarak here, earlier.. I've been here all night searching for Pokémon, since I don't want something like this to happen again. I have to be stronger, so that I don't cause everyone trouble... Besides, what happened today was--

[And his voice breaks off as he averts his eyes. He raises his hand to his mouth and struggles with the words, managing to choke out: ]

.....What happened today was all my fault. I could have stopped it.

[And then there's a strange sound, like someone starting to cry out loud, as Edgeworth abruptly ends the feed. At least he was able to send out the message about Phoenix. He himself had a couple of messages to send, but because he was crying now, he resorts to sending texts:]



( Private Text to Merlin )

( Private Text to Detective Gumshoe )

[The feed opens to show a very hyper, very happy Growlithe grinning at the camera, and then she looks up and spins in a circle, trotting off-screen before the camera turns and shows Miles Edgeworth with a Poliwag jumping up and down next to him. Pess and Tadpole are back in action, guys! Littleworth, although he wasn't grinning like a retard or dogpiling with his Pokémon like some others, is almost radiating happiness and relief and--

-- what is that sad, lost smile on his face?

He's definitely trying to shrug off whatever's eating him, though, and he picks up Pess, showing her off to the camera.]

She and Tadpole are back to normal, everyone-- I hope your Pokémon are, too.

[There's a small pause as he gives the camera a contemplative frown, as if he's debating something, and then--]

Miss Hawthorne, you're probably still confused by everything, but things are back to 'normal' now, at least for now. Please be careful on your journey, though. [He's genuinely concerned about Dahlia, really, but he's not sure how to approach anyone in this world anymore.

Pess squirms around and jumps out of Edgeworth's hold, onto his lap. But the boy barely acknowledges her as he still stares at his Gear, a frown on his face.

A few, long seconds of silence later, he reaches over. And the feed cuts off.]

( ALSO. Private text to Laaaaarry Butz! )

[A blanket of black greets viewers when Miles' Pokégear is turned on, the machine taking a few seconds to adjust to the darkness of the night before Miles' face, lit up by the faint light of his screen, comes into view -- guess who's staying up past his bedtime?

Miles is being careful not to be so loud as he uses his Gear, and the soft snoring of Pess can be heard off-screen. As the camera adjusts, the orange glow of a slowly dying campfire casts Miles in a warm, somewhat lonely light, reflecting off of his glazed eyes and something - something wet - on his cheeks. The faint shadow under his eyes shows that he probably hasn't slept well in a while, either.]

......Well, it seems like a storm is brewing in the distance, after all. I can't expect tomorrow to be as clear as it was today.
_{Wright, you're not still afraid of thunder, are you now? If you are... I wish you luck.}

[There is no particular reason why Miles is talking to the camera other than that there was nothing else to do. He simply seems unable to sleep, or maybe he's refusing to do so.]

Cherrygrove shouldn't be too far away. If the storm tomorrow doesn't slow us down too much, and if we hurry, we might arrive by later tomorrow or early Saturday. Will anyone be in the vicinity?

[He pauses.]

I wonder when the morning would come.