Phoenix let his hand rest upon his knee where Edgeworth had last touched, his gaze focusing on his face. "...it'll happen, Miles," he murmured, the look in his blue eyes intensifying with spirited, sure emotion. "We'll get out, one way or another, and we can see all of that. Together."

Lifting his left hand, he stroked the knuckle of his index finger between Edgeworth's shoulder in gentle, innocent reassurance, before he let his palm rest on the back of Edgeworth's chair. "I want to see the world with you...and I want to learn what it's like to be in your shoes. Just promise me you won't lose hope, no matter what happens."