[The man's words may as well be a hundred miles away; everything is white noise in the moment, and Light is far from noticing the quiet in the cafe. Another heavy wave of guilt threatens to wash over him as Edgeworth grips his arm, and instinctively he tries to pull away, to try to shake his hand off of him-]
Don't touch me! [manages to escape him, heated and fearful. The forward momentum of his movement causes him to crumple to his knees, one hand still splayed across his face.]
Don't touch me. [He repeats, and then, his coherence questionable, his tone pathetic:] Why did I- I didn't do anything- Why?
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Don't touch me! [manages to escape him, heated and fearful. The forward momentum of his movement causes him to crumple to his knees, one hand still splayed across his face.]
Don't touch me. [He repeats, and then, his coherence questionable, his tone pathetic:] Why did I- I didn't do anything- Why?