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Who: Quatre, Edgeworth
What: A virus strikes! Quatre and Edgeworth are forced to stay within proximity of each other, lest they become terribly ill.
Where: The Maganac's village and base of operations.
When: Some random point in time.
Warnings: None!

The sun peaked through the curtains of the window, slowly bathing the small bedroom in light. It was a quiet morning; the only sounds that could be heard were those of men and women setting up shops at the market down the hill, and those were only faint echos at best.

It was a day to sleep in--not that Quatre normally did. There was something about this place, though, something peaceful and safe. Everyone knew who he was, just as they did nearly everywhere he went these days, but the Maganac Corps were like family, and so was everyone in the village by proxy. He could forget about politics and disarmament, at least for a moment, which was why--when a sliver of sunlight positioned itself directly over his face--the young man simply winced and rolled over with nothing more than a groan.

He could afford a moment more.

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[He delights briefly in the reception his words receive. It reassures him that Winner's situation is not as dire as it could be and reinforces a subconscious feeling of kinship.] Indeed. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to meet each other's teachers someday.

[The possibility that one or more of Winner's teachers may have been the very same soldiers who harassed Edgeworth in his defense briefly crosses his mind, but he finds it difficult to worry overmuch about it. If this Winner is as different from his predecessor as he seems, perhaps the same would hold true for them.]

[And if not, well, he's unlikely to spend enough time here for it to become a serious issue.]

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That would be wonderful. Although... [His smile edges on amusement.] It may happen sooner than you think.

...Ah. [He smirks, though the gesture looks a little like a grimace.] Would one of these vaunted teachers be the infamous Rashid?

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[His quiet chuckle speaks for itself. Turning to leave, he gestures Edgeworth to follow.]

Let's go, Mr. Edgeworth. We have a lot to discuss, if you're going to be my colleague.

['If you're going to be my colleague.' Edgeworth is not entirely sold on the idea yet...but the past few minutes went a long way towards convincing him.]

[With a soft, private smile and a shake of his head, he replies:] Lead the way, Mr. Winner.

Edited 2020-10-21 03:38 (UTC)

[Though rooted in tragedy, finding common ground has led to a deeper understanding, leaving the energy between them less fraught. Quatre had respected the man before, but now he feels a sense of kinship with him.]

[Tomorrow, he'll call Edgeworth a colleague, but, perhaps, one day, he'll be able to call him a friend.]

[With that, he leads them away.]