The wince didn't go unnoticed, and the nightmare backed away immediately. He clentched his fists, watched the man for a moment. But he held back whatever it was he wanted to say.

Instead, the nightmare left the room. It wasn't for long; after a few minutes of him shuffling things around somewhere down the hall, he returned with a blanket in hand, handing it to Edgeworth as he took a seat beside him, mindful to keep his distance.

"You know damn well what will happen when I do." He kept his voice low, as tightly under control as he could, but there was no hesitation to his words. There was no point in trying to hide what his intentions were this time, not in the face of something like this. "I'm going to make sure it doesn't fucking happen again."