Moving his right hand away from the bowl, Edgeworth looped his thumb into the chain holding his dog tag, pulling it up from inside his shirt and offering a glimpse of it to his roommate. "Mine identifies me as James Harrison," he said, letting the chain fall from his thumb. "For whatever reason, it seems that separate identities have been created for us, though I haven't the faintest idea why."

Taking a step back, Edgeworth moved to sit on the edge of his bed, the bowl remaining in his hands. He knew that he needed to eat - night shift awaited them, and Edgeworth had a feeling he would require all the strength he could get - but the meal was less than appetizing, and it left him toying with the spoon a moment longer. "Would you mind telling me your real name?" he asked, moving his spoon to skim the surface of the gruel.