29. Dark

The shrine maiden looked searchingly into his face. Edgeworth took a step back, feeling vaguely uncomfortable about what penetrating thoughts lay beneath the prying doe eyes.

"Mr. Edgeworth," Iris said softly. "Is it just possible that maybe... you yourself have a deep, dark secret in your heart?"

For once the normally composed prosecutor was left flabbergasted that a complete stranger had managed to pry beneath his jealously guarded veneer of stoicism. He found himself unintelligibly spluttering about how she have possibly known such a thing, and wondered if he'd been wrong to scoff at psychic abilities and all the associated ilk all this time.

How else to explain her ability to peer into his soul and know there was indeed, a deep-seated darkness in his heart?