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_“ Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing. _”

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[jurisimpudent]

Good day. This is Edgeworth.

[hostage]

Yeah. What's going on?

[jurisimpudent]

I...had a question to ask you.

[hostage]

Okay?

[jurisimpudent]

Regarding your power.

[hostage]

What do you wanna know?

[jurisimpudent]

There had been a time when you had offered to...allow me to...acquire one. Is that still possible?

[hostage]

Yeah, sure. Right now?

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth blinks. He'd not really expected to have Pinkman say yes; he'd expected even less that it would be so easy.]

Er - well...I suppose - now. Yes, I suppose so.

[hostage]

Where you at?

[jurisimpudent]

I'm in my room. Should I meet you somewhere?

[hostage]

Nah, I can swing by. See you in a few.

[jurisimpudent]

Yes. Right. In...a few. Quite.

[hostage]

[He's there in no time, since he hadn't been all that far away to begin with. There's a knock at the door to signal his arrival.]

and obviously this is dated to a point when doors are opening and shit

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth opens his door; a look of trepidation crosses his face just momentarily before he firms his resolve and nods in greeting.]

Mr. Pinkman. Thank you for your promptness. Please come in.

[hostage]

Yeah, no problem.

[He isn't asking any questions, but he sure as hell is curious about why this and why now. Everything lately has him on-edge so he looks uneasy as he walks into the room, even though it's just the two of them.]

[jurisimpudent]

Have a seat. Can I...perhaps get you something to drink?

[hostage]

You know I already said yes, right? Relax.

[But Jesse does sit, because he's got nowhere to be and this will probably take some coaching.]

[jurisimpudent]

...Yes.

[He takes a breath.]

Right. What are my options?

[hostage]

Telekinesis is probably your best bet. It's a good one. Versatile. A lot of what I got is stuff that'll hurt people, but with that one, you don't have to.

[jurisimpudent]

[And some of the tension visibly eases from his face at that.]

Really. And that is purely...utilizing one's mind to cause things to move?

[hostage]

Yeah. If you get real good at it, you can stop bullets and stuff like that, lift stuff twice your weight or whatever. Real precise stuff, too, like slicing - uh, meat.

[jurisimpudent]

[By his suddenly grim expression, he certainly understands meat.]

And, for instance, pinning someone down so that they might be arrested.

[hostage]

Yeah, easy. Yeah.

[jurisimpudent]

And how do I get better with it?