It was safe to say that he did not understand this crazy concept of love.
After witnessing Phoenix's reaction to Dahlia's arrival, Miles Edgeworth had done some investigating. He had spoken to Larry, and he was sure that Larry's story was more true than Dahlia and Phoenix's could ever be. He thought he now understood the look in Phoenix's eyes when the man spoke about Dahlia. Phoenix's blue eyes donned a strange, dull shine whenever Dahlia was on his mind, reflecting hurt, fragility, and fear. But there was longing.
There was that one spark of longing and caring and affection that Edgeworth recognized - how many times had he watched that spark light up in his mother's eyes? - but never understood.
When Dahlia closed the distance between her and Phoenix, Edgeworth had instinctively turned his eyes away, knowing, somehow somewhere in his ten-year-old mind that, even if Dahlia Hawthorne was planning to hurt Phoenix Wright, this wouldn't be the moment, and this wasn't a moment that he should be allowed to watch. He was also close enough to hear the woman mutter her words of affection, and he also (barely, but doubtlessly) heard the man softly utter her name, his voice threatening to crack. Edgeworth could somehow feel the emptiness of Dahlia's words, perhaps an assumption of his own after what he'd discovered about her true nature, but Phoenix--
Biting his lip, Edgeworth turned to look at Phoenix and Dahlia, his heart and stomach sinking when he saw how desperately the man was holding onto his lover. The scene only reflected pain, in Edgeworth's young, ignorant mind, and even if there was love, it was one-sided, unreciprocated, and Phoenix was only setting himself up for pain. And he was sure that Phoenix knew it. But even then, Phoenix still longed for her and cared for her and was obviously trying, trying so hard, to believe in the girl's kindness that nobody else believed in. He loved her, despite the obvious pain she was causing him just by being there.
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After witnessing Phoenix's reaction to Dahlia's arrival, Miles Edgeworth had done some investigating. He had spoken to Larry, and he was sure that Larry's story was more true than Dahlia and Phoenix's could ever be. He thought he now understood the look in Phoenix's eyes when the man spoke about Dahlia. Phoenix's blue eyes donned a strange, dull shine whenever Dahlia was on his mind, reflecting hurt, fragility, and fear. But there was longing.
There was that one spark of longing and caring and affection that Edgeworth recognized - how many times had he watched that spark light up in his mother's eyes? - but never understood.
When Dahlia closed the distance between her and Phoenix, Edgeworth had instinctively turned his eyes away, knowing, somehow somewhere in his ten-year-old mind that, even if Dahlia Hawthorne was planning to hurt Phoenix Wright, this wouldn't be the moment, and this wasn't a moment that he should be allowed to watch. He was also close enough to hear the woman mutter her words of affection, and he also (barely, but doubtlessly) heard the man softly utter her name, his voice threatening to crack. Edgeworth could somehow feel the emptiness of Dahlia's words, perhaps an assumption of his own after what he'd discovered about her true nature, but Phoenix--
Biting his lip, Edgeworth turned to look at Phoenix and Dahlia, his heart and stomach sinking when he saw how desperately the man was holding onto his lover. The scene only reflected pain, in Edgeworth's young, ignorant mind, and even if there was love, it was one-sided, unreciprocated, and Phoenix was only setting himself up for pain. And he was sure that Phoenix knew it. But even then, Phoenix still longed for her and cared for her and was obviously trying, trying so hard, to believe in the girl's kindness that nobody else believed in. He loved her, despite the obvious pain she was causing him just by being there.
It made no sense to him.