ask no questions; take no side

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WHO: Door and Richard;skfja;sd.
WHERE: Casa de Neverwhere Attorney.
WHEN: Friday, March 20, before Door turns herself in.
WARNINGS: A sad Richard. Onoes. ;0;
SUMMARY: Door tells Richard she's going to go turn herself in. 8|
FORMAT: idefk.

Door put down the communicator and glanced up at the ceiling. She'd been in the bedroom, thinking. It smelled familiar in there and comforting.

She missed Phoenix. But she had to make this decision herself, didn't she?

Truth be told, she'd already decided.

Standing up, she stepped out into the hallway and went looking for Richard, a bit pale but determined. She had to tell him - but if he tried to dissuade her, he'd be in for trouble.

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Richard had been checking around the apartment in order to distract himself. He was starting to feel tired, and the fact that he couldn't get an immediate grip on his powers wasn't helping. Everything was more vivid--even the feel of the floor under his feet.

He felt Door entering the hallway, inching out of the living room and looking at her with concern. She seemed in worse shape than he was. 'I can't blame her,' he thought ruefully.

"What's wrong, Door?"

sorry this is so pathetically late bb

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"Richard."

She smiled at him, wearily but entirely sincerely. He was her best friend, wasn't he? She had to tell him. It would probably seem more than a little bit odd to him, to have her turning herself in - such an ordinary thing to do, or almost ordinary, something that he'd have heard of people doing long before he met her.

Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to talk to him and have him make all of this seem less drastic, less terrible. She wanted a hug. But she knew that wasn't something she could do. So she smiled, trying to be strong, and told him.

"I'm turning myself in to Mi- Edgeworth. For murder."

Don't worry about it bb

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Richard clamped down on the automatic urge to say something; by now he was starting to realize that his first reactions were rarely intelligent, or particularly meaningful. The quiet settled between them as he tried to think of a way to manage this. Door, in jail? It didn't seem possible. Door could open a path to anywhere--being trapped didn't fit.

"Was it really murder?" He asked, uncertainly. "Or was it self-defense?" The past week had been hard on all of them; he knew he had barely avoided getting caught up in the fighting when he had gone out to look for Phoenix. "Either way--I'm not sure you should be doing this, Door."

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"It was . . . "

She sighed, leaning her head back slightly. "I'm not sure what it was. I was defending others. I thought it was the only way. To kill the - " With a slight shake of her head, she spat out the word: "Mutants."

Which meant, of course, that they had been human once, or were still human. She didn't know, exactly, and didn't understand. But she had killed them. She had felt their blood on her hands, felt their skin tear open beneath her fingers and their guts fall onto her from above - she'd done that consciously.

She had, at the very least, something to atone for.

"It's something I have to do, Richard," she said quietly, giving him a small, weak smile. "I have to. Please try to understand."

Laying a hand on his arm, she shook her head. There's nothing I can do now.

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"Door," Richard said softly, placing his free hand over hers. He felt the slight clamminess of her skin, and the trembling that went with it. "If you were defending other lives, you shouldn't be locked away. You do have the right to a trial." He forced himself to smile, feeling his jaw aching from the effort. "Someone should tell you, even if--even if the right person to say that isn't here."

It was hard to think--he wondered if he was even making a impact. He had to make an effort, didn't he? Had to.

"Please, think about it a little more."