Friend of mine, back home. [ she stops here, shrugging helplessly where edgeworth can't see. faith, despite the sacred destiny thing, sees herself as fairly workmanlike. she'll live, she'll fight, she'll die and that'll be all. people like angel are more than that, mean more than that.

not that his champion status is why faith feels like she does, but it does present a problem in translation. ] He saved my life. I owed him.

[ okay, even she knows edgeworth won't just accept that. ]

Somebody did something to him, took all his control away. [ beat. ] He's kinda like me-- stronger, I mean. He was gonna kill a lot of people before they found a way to drag him back into the real world, and they needed somebody to bring him in. I said yes.

[ because angel's an actual hero, not like her. he'd hate himself, after-- or worst case, he'd never get to be himself again at all. faith would sure as hell toss all her hard work into the trash to save angel either of those things.

that she won't be verbalizing in so many words. ]