It was a challenge, and it was a good thing Edgeworth had the foresight to dress very lightly (collared, slightly fitted and short-sleeved shirt and pants; his usual outfit was obviously very impractical in these circumstances) and bring a waterproof flashlight. He slowly climbed out of the pool, pushing his dripping bangs from his eyes and removing his mouthpiece, keeping it safe in the small pack he wore around his waist.

He never liked small, enclosed, dark spaces, not since the DL-6 incident more than seventeen years ago. The caves he and Genesis had navigated some time ago, where Edgeworth was nearly killed by a crazed Raidou, were bigger and did not seem to be as confined as these flooded tunnels, so the prosecutor didn't have much trouble then. This time, he had to work harder to keep thinking of their goal - to reach and dismantle the madness emitter, and destroy the enemies in their path - so he would not end up thinking of being trapped in an elevator, or earthquakes -

Earthquakes would be worse here, he could imagine. But he couldn't, and shouldn't, be imagining that.

He gripped his flashlight tightly and just stood there for a while trying to calm himself. Edgeworth looked up, and shone the light onto the cavern ceiling and walls, frowning at the fungi. Good; inspecting their surroundings should take his mind off his fears.

"Yes, I'm all right," he answered, directing his flashlight toward a spot near Genesis' feet.