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It was unbelievably loud.
Far too loud.
An earthquake had just started to rung out,
and for the first time ever,
the demon prosecutor,
the one and only,
Miles Edgeworth had ran toward you.
He had most definitely wanted to curl into a ball on the floor, he needed to.
Instead of doing so, he ran to you and hugged you toward his body.
In his PTSD-ridden state, he felt the urge to protect you from his biggest fear.
He treasured you, more than anything. He wouldn't allow you to be hurt like his father was.
Despite his intense quivering, his grip on you was tight, and he didn't plan to let you go until he was sure that you were safe.
border is not mine. and I have no idea where this came from...
it just popped into my head....