[Edgeworth doesn't go home right away; while he believes this is not where he belongs, he at least knows it is prudent to clean up after himself, after a fashion. That means taking account of all the items he has accumulated during his stay - for example, his collection of Nevadan law books, history books, and Meister ability books, for one, would be donated to worthy causes. The Shibusen library, the Agency, even the local prosecutor's office. His novels would all be left to Genesis, as well as anything the Weapon might find useful. He gathers up whatever he wants to take away from Death City - all his notes and records of his experiences, his photographs with his father, the letter from him the day he left, the two non-human weapons he ever possessed.
And of course, he would be returning home a different man. Perhaps not radically different, but...well, he would return with scars and callused hands, a newfound combat instinct, and all the knowledge he gathered about supernatural powers and beings, and of course, the art of battle. Edgeworth is not sure if he would be able to retain all his memories of the dear friends, acquaintances, allies and colleagues he has made in Death City, considering that BREW sometimes liked to mess with memories and timelines, but...that's what the satchel he is carrying is for.
Edgeworth is not one to take so much time in the realm of nostalgia, but this world has been a part of him for over a year. These people have been a part of his life. He has accomplished things he never thought he could, had he not been dragged here by BREW. In fact, he was now a three-star Meister, with a Death Scythe partner he was about to leave.
Despite all that, see, he had much more to go back to. Again, this was not his world. This was not his life. He fulfilled his purpose here, and now that he got what he came for, it was time.
So, you might find him quietly cleaning out his office at the Agency, just organizing it for everyone staying behind to use as a small library, or probably taking one last walk around the city, absorbed in his thoughts, or already at Shibusen, giving the school one last look before leaving it all behind.]
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And of course, he would be returning home a different man. Perhaps not radically different, but...well, he would return with scars and callused hands, a newfound combat instinct, and all the knowledge he gathered about supernatural powers and beings, and of course, the art of battle. Edgeworth is not sure if he would be able to retain all his memories of the dear friends, acquaintances, allies and colleagues he has made in Death City, considering that BREW sometimes liked to mess with memories and timelines, but...that's what the satchel he is carrying is for.
Edgeworth is not one to take so much time in the realm of nostalgia, but this world has been a part of him for over a year. These people have been a part of his life. He has accomplished things he never thought he could, had he not been dragged here by BREW. In fact, he was now a three-star Meister, with a Death Scythe partner he was about to leave.
Despite all that, see, he had much more to go back to. Again, this was not his world. This was not his life. He fulfilled his purpose here, and now that he got what he came for, it was time.
So, you might find him quietly cleaning out his office at the Agency, just organizing it for everyone staying behind to use as a small library, or probably taking one last walk around the city, absorbed in his thoughts, or already at Shibusen, giving the school one last look before leaving it all behind.]