"I get that you don't want to sit idly by and let everyone else do the investigating for you. I do. But I know you tend to get in over your head. You think the world is full of people who are really good and just misunderstood. You've seen murderers, you've seen sociopaths, and yet you still believe that we're really all good people and no one could ever be out to get you. It's naive and it's stupid."

Edgeworth trailed off, crossing his arm over his chest and looking down and away. That last sentence had gone too far, and he knew it. The question now was how to apologize and yet not back down.

"Look, my definition of 'being careful' doesn't include having a laugh with the enemy in the shower. Call me paranoid, call me a stick-in-the-mud, call me whatever you want, but it's true. I'm just trying to look out for you, because you do tend to get in over your head." The last sentence was accompanied by a half-smile that - hopefully - communicated more than the words did.