Conversations such as this were why Miles Edgeworth tried to avoid small talk as much as possible. He honestly wasn't sure what he'd said to anger the blonde gentleman as much as he clearly had. He ran through a mental list of cases in his head - this wasn't someone he had prosecuted in the past, was it, a former defendant turned patient? That would explain the feelings towards time, seeing as three days could change everything...but he certainly didn't remember a defendant that looked like this.

It was in that moment he gave himself a sharp rebuke. "You're not in your own world. You don't know anything about this place. Wouldn't it have been better to play along and at least try and learn something? That's the way you'd bluff in court, at least."

"Perhaps I was too hasty in my previous statement. Three days can change everything in my world; those days can feel like an eternity or they can go by so fast you don't know what happened."

He turned to the other two occupants, noting that the boy down the hall from him hadn't said a word this whole time. "Wouldn't you agree?"