The Bridge to the Beginning fills in the gaps in the Bridge to the Turnabout case from Edgeworth's perspective, setting up the grounds for his realization about the nature of his feelings toward Wright. It's very reflective, since we know the case itself and there's not much to add to it, but it does offer the insight into what I imagine would've been happening in Edgeworth's head as he was going through Wright's near-death experience.
In this chapter, we get to have a look at what Edgeworth had been doing in the Criminal Affairs Department, while sick Wright was wandering on the temple's grounds.
I have to say, this summary doesn't quite show what this chapter is about, but I did feel that it's necessary to at least show a glimpse of what was happening in the court, too.
“That settles it, then. I cannot give a verdict under these circumstances.”
The judge’s voice was clear, devoid of any emotion, except a slight faltering that suggested he was tired. Beneath his bench, the atmosphere was the opposite. It was crackling with tension: with Franziska’s untamed rage as she growled and hit her desk with her palm, breaking her whip in two; with Larry’s pain as fresh whip slashes reddened on his skin and his feeble whines spread throughout the courtroom; with Miles’s well-hidden relief, only detectable in the soundless exhale he’d let out as he stood, leaning on the defense’s desk.
Wright . . . I seem to have fulfilled my part in this . . .
Edgeworth smiled—genuinely, even though he suspected Franziska would take it as mockery.
“It is just as I thought,” he said. “Franziska von Karma . . . You make a wonderful partner.”
And indeed, her lip quivered. “Excuse me . . . ?”
He felt almost apologetic for exploiting her competitiveness like that. “There was one reason, and one alone, for me being here,” he explained. “To expose the darkness lurking in this case, and then pass it on to Wright!”
Butz said something. Got whipped. Franziska, expectedly, got mad. Edgeworth couldn’t help but trudge the dagger a little deeper with a well-placed quip. Butz took another beating in Edgeworth’s place.
The judge tried to lay out the remaining questions through pathetic yelps and aggressive yells, then, after a loud, “Court is now adjourned!” and a gavel’s stomp, left his chair.
The bailiff approached Miles, who was gathering his notes from the table, with quick, mincing steps.
“Mr. Edgeworth?” the bailiff called, and, after Edgeworth nodded, declared, “The Chief Prosecutor wants to see you posthaste. He’s in the judge’s chambers right now.”
“Noted,” Edgeworth responded and returned to his task, but, when the bailiff didn’t move, took the hint and followed him.
Here came the retaliation. Well, at least he’d bought some time for Wright, who, to his knowledge, was already discharged.
