[...but as long as it seems to stretch on from Edgeworth's perspective, it's over in about five seconds. He's confused and still disoriented, but glances down at his tail — a dark silvery one, as though to match his storm-grey hair and steely grey eyes. An experimental swing of said tail comes as simply as he remembers a step forward having been.]
(It's strange; the idea that I ever walked seems oddly surreal to me. But I was human, was I not?...)
[Edgeworth shakes his head at himself.]
(I must enter the water. All will become clear then.)
[With that, he rolls to the right until he slips off the rock, finding himself reflexively exhaling as he enters the water and muscles that seem at once familiar and not shifting inside him as his mode of breathing changes.]
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(It's strange; the idea that I ever walked seems oddly surreal to me. But I was human, was I not?...)
[Edgeworth shakes his head at himself.]
(I must enter the water. All will become clear then.)
[With that, he rolls to the right until he slips off the rock, finding himself reflexively exhaling as he enters the water and muscles that seem at once familiar and not shifting inside him as his mode of breathing changes.]