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From:

doggedly

[He snorts, folding his arms over his chest again. There had been, for a few moments there, some glimmers of understanding--but they are quickly drying up and fading.]

Well, then we'll put you in the group of volunteers. Because I didn't fucking do anything to anyone, so I'm not dying for no reason, just because some-- kid wants to take it out on me.

From:

jurisimpudent

[Which is the correct philosophy to take. Which is far and away more reasonable. Edgeworth reaches up and draws his hand across his mouth. He'd been holding it together, at first, but Sirius' question had shook him, and he's feeling...shaken. Unmoored, perhaps.

And so he confesses, miserably:]

I'm the only one who can even fight back. Out of all the kids I grew up knowing. All the rest of them, from home, from the orphanage, would just be killed if the Death Eaters came to their town. And I can't even tell them. I have to lie to their faces.

From:

doggedly

But nothing's happened to them. You're punishing yourself for nothing--being miserable and guilty when nothing's gone on. I mean, Merlin, it isn't as if the orphanage is full of kids whose--

[But that doesn't matter, does it. Even if Edgeworth is the only one, he's still there, because some Death Eaters... went too far, or took out their revenge, or anger, or a thousand petty stupid reasons, none of them reasons to kill anyone. (Especially not Edgeworth's father, who he knows from his own memories--and this thought is a little traitorous to what Sirius is and what he stands for. But why not be a little more traitorous, right? He's come so far today alone.)]

Saying you're willing to die if they want you to--that's stupid.

From:

jurisimpudent

I know.

[And that's not just paying lip service to the idea; he does know; it is stupid. And yet he can't help but think it would be right. In some small way.]

But if they knew...They would hate me. Far and away more than they'd even hate someone like - like Malfoy. Because I never helped them. Wouldn't they?

From:

doggedly

What would you have done?

[Somehow, he's ended back in a role that's nearly-- well, it isn't comforting. It's more a part of challenge, answering Edgeworth's misgivings with a steadiness that maybe he ought not to give.]

You couldn't even help yourself. What were you going to do for them then? If they're dwelling in the past, that's not your problem either--and you shouldn't be dwelling in it either.

From:

jurisimpudent

[And a small, unhappy nod. Because, again: he is correct. A quiet moment, and then:]

I'm sorry. It wasn't my intent to make you into my...confessor.

From:

doggedly

[He snorts, sitting back in his chair again and putting his cigarette back to his lips. It's nearly finished, but there's a bit more to it yet.]

Should've thought of that before you got yourself into my head, then.

From:

jurisimpudent

Right. Well. That wasn't exactly my original intention when I first saw you.

[He draws a hand over his eyes, letting out an unhappy sigh.]

This is what comes of smoking.

From:

doggedly

This is what comes of smoking.

[This being accidental brain-links and knowing all of each other's secrets--though he doesn't say that; it's too much to actually acknowledge it.]

Sorry I led you down this path, then. You'd think what I did for you would outweigh the vice.

From:

jurisimpudent

I was...trying to be funny.

[He says that awkwardly, and then looks up, suddenly all painful earnestness:]

And you have done a great deal for me. I - ought to have acknowledged that.

From:

doggedly

Shut up.

[He says it, gruffly, hunching over himself as he digs his watch out of his pocket. It's a heavy silver thing, made in the same style as his lighter. Compulsively, he rubs a thumb over its surface before he pops it open.]

I was being sarcastic. Guess I'm as shit at expressing myself as you are. How long are they going to keep us in here?

From:

jurisimpudent

[A shrug with one shoulder; his brows are furrowed together with embarrassment at that rebuke.]

I...don't know. What time is it?

From:

doggedly

Quarter after eleven. We'll be into the next day at this rate.

[He sighs, hugely, and leans back in his chair again, shoving his watch back into his pocket.]

Can you imagine going back to Hogwarts after this?

From:

jurisimpudent

[That elicits a scoff - almost an unhappy laugh - after a slight delay.]

God. No. I can't even imagine how the other students would react.

From:

doggedly

[He snorts. For a moment, they're on a very similar level, if not the same.]

Ah, you forget. You defeated the Dark Lord. They're going to have a parade for you.

From:

jurisimpudent

[That earns an open scoff.]

I'm not certain if you've noticed, Black, but most students there would sooner disembowel themselves than give me the time of day. Let alone throw me a parade.

[He shakes his head.]

A peek into the secret world of the Gryffindors: they don't like those who tell on them.

From:

doggedly

I hate to break it to you, Edgeworth, but that's not exactly a secret. None of it is.

[Gryffindors, man. He rolls his eyes a little.]

Not to stray too far off topic, but I still can't believe you're in with them.

From:

jurisimpudent

Well.

[He looks away and hopes this won't earn him any wrath.]

I still can't believe you're in with the Slytherins.

From:

doggedly

[There's no wrath. Instead, Sirius' mouth twists, and he looks down at the floor, jams the heel of his boot against the tile.]

Yeah. Well. Doubt I will be, after this.

From:

jurisimpudent

[And Edgeworth looks over, his foul mood for a moment forgotten in the wake of his curiosity.]

That's the part of what I said that you took issue with?

From:

doggedly

[He looks over at him--or, more, glares over at him, defencively.]

Should there have been something else?

From:

jurisimpudent

[And, steadily:]

Most students would resent being told they do not fit in well with their House.

From:

doggedly

Well, as this entire day has really been about me betraying my fucking family and more or less burning all of the bridges I've got, I'd say I'm not really in a position to be fussed about being told I don't fit in with a load of wankers I never really liked anyways.

[He finishes that, clipped, and shoves his watch back into his pocket, trading it for a new cigarette.]

From:

jurisimpudent

[And that shuts him up quite neatly.]

I - right.

[A pause, though, and because he can never leave well enough alone - ]

I still don't...It's not truly betraying them, though.

From:

doggedly

[Of course he still doesn't shut up. Sirius huffs a grim laugh, as he lights his cigarette.]

It's not. So what is it, then? I mean, it was more or less the eradication of all of the shit that they believe in, since it at least throws a bloody bubotuber into their precious system and society--but tell me, how that wasn't a betrayal.