"That we would be, Detective. That we would be," Edgeworth said, that slight sad tone coming back into his voice. "It is true that Wright doesn't give up easily, though. Considering he put himself in quite a large amount of danger to come find me that first night..." He sighed softly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "I owe him the same, whether he's here or not. This isn't something I can run away from."

The prosecutor stepped towards the door, placing one hand on the doorknob. "You understand the position I'm in now, and why I feel the way I do. My mind is made up, and my stance on this matter isn't going to change."

He turned the knob and opened the door, turning around to face Gumshoe. "I should go soon - I'll be next door, in room M18. As I've said before, you're more than welcome to come along."