Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth stepped out of the prison transport and walked steadfastly through the door, flanked on all sides by guards much too heavily armed to constitute a reasonable use of force against a lone unarmed civilian. So this was the infamous containment facility that he had heard so much about, where the people of this world would send all outsiders without exception, regardless of any crimes they had or had not committed. There were far too many parallels for Edgeworth’s taste between this Taskforce and a certain other despicable group of human beings from recent history, but he had already spoken his thoughts in that regard enough times for one day.
The guards brandished their weapons in Edgeworth’s face in a pitiful show of brute strength, but the veteran prosecutor just eyed them and their toys with disinterest and continued walking. The cowards would no doubt have preferred for him to struggle, to give them a reason to make a public example of him. But he gave them no such satisfaction, and their faces burned with frustration as Edgeworth entered his assigned cell and politely bid them good day.
The time it took to bring Edgeworth here had been well-spent. The Taskforce’s case against otherworlders was weak from the very beginning, built on the same irrational fears that had traumatized this world’s populace with tyrannical governments committing unspeakable atrocities. All Edgeworth had to do was remind his guards of that fact, just as he had been reminding the people through countless broadcasts courtesy of the Resistance. Try as the Taskforce might to censor those broadcasts, their contradiction-filled propaganda was no match for Prosecutor Edgeworth’s cool-headed logic, and he had already gained a surprisingly large following in the Big 120. These guards were no different, and it didn’t take much for Edgeworth to prove to them that to harm him in any way would be political suicide for the Taskforce.
Even now, the best the Taskforce‘s press releases could do was try to spin Edgeworth’s capture against the Resistance, emphasizing that it was they who had sold Edgeworth out in the end for denouncing their terrorism. But that new bit of propaganda was doomed to crumble as long as Edgeworth remained imprisoned, and in the meantime would serve as valuable leverage should the need arise. And as for the Resistance, it was hard for Edgeworth to feel too sorry for them. Had they heeded his advice early on and refrained from such distasteful methods, they might have gained more favor in the Big 120 by now. But by choosing to embrace the path of violence and suffering, they had carelessly thrown away all the goodwill that Edgeworth had built up in their favor. Whether or not they would learn from the ensuing fallout was difficult to say, but it was no longer of any concern to Edgeworth.
For now, Prosecutor Edgeworth calmly settled into his new accommodations. Incarceration was not an entirely new experience for him, but this time there was no shame in his imprisonment, so he may as well make the most of it.