[He tries to shut his eyes against the glare, but they refuse to cooperate. It feels as though the light is burning through him, vaporizing the pall that's smothering his mind.]
[When the gold light finally clears, the Tower is as it always has been. The only difference is the yellow ribbon now binding him to it, looking far too thin to be able to support his weight. It's unavoidable evidence of what Edgeworth almost did only moments before.]
[Sick heat suffuses his cheeks. He whispers] Oh God.
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[When the gold light finally clears, the Tower is as it always has been. The only difference is the yellow ribbon now binding him to it, looking far too thin to be able to support his weight. It's unavoidable evidence of what Edgeworth almost did only moments before.]
[Sick heat suffuses his cheeks. He whispers] Oh God.