[RL 8: Zero-Sum - Quatre, Edgeworth][Futuredated]

[samuraiprosecutor]

((OOC: Starting this early. Futuredating to 12-20-07. Event planned in this entry.))

He set the silver-grey teapot on the stove, turned the fire up, and went back into the living room. It was spotless, as usual; he'd had the maid service over just that morning...one of several preparations he'd made in anticipation of the visit.

He'd planned what he wanted to ask, though he knew the subjects would most likely lead to others and was ready for a difficult interrogation. The morning had been spent on the mental exercises he practiced before every trial, honing his thoughts. He and Sigi had returned from a walk not long ago, so there shouldn't be any interruptions of that nature.

The pot now whistling on the stove had been the final preparation; he realized he must have been standing in the doorway and staring at the living room for several minutes, and chastised himself for the lapse. This battle was going to be difficult enough, he couldn't afford such a distracted state of mind. He returned to the kitchen to finish the tea, listening carefully for a knocking at the door.

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Quatre shut his eyes, and his head remained bowed. When he opened his eyes moments later, his gaze remained trained on the cup in his hands, and when he spoke, he still paused in between his words.

"Our political representatives wanted to give in to the enemy. The people had become convinced the Winner family was no longer interested in their well-being, and fear was beginning to rule their leaders. But--

My father refused, even when he was outnumbered and overruled... He wouldn't fight, and when he was dying, he asked me to promise not to anymore... He willingly allowed himself to be murdered for his convictions."

[samuraiprosecutor]

"A noble act, being able to die for one's convictions." A humorless smirk turned the corner of Edgeworth's lips, and he shook his head slowly. "Except, doing so usually means one's convictions die with them. Only in the best of circumstances can someone affect a lasting change in the world after they have left it."

He paused, studying Quatre's expression intently. "A lasting, far-reaching change, at least."