That…wasn’t quite how he expected things to go. Edgeworth stared into the darkness of his room for a moment, listening for any evidence of the angel’s return, but he seemed to have driven him away. It was certainly easier than he could have hoped for, too. No muss, no fuss, save for a small, easily ignored shred of guilt poking at the back of his mind.

With a sigh, Edgeworth lay down and scooted back over to the correct side of the bed. Sigi, who had watched the whole scene with a bizarre absence of concern, met him there. Edgeworth allowed the dog to lick his palm while he lay there, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes.