And all at once, the Corinthian felt a small pang of guilt. His expression softened, the rage ebbing away just a little, and he ran a hand awkwardly through his hair as he looked away. Right. That wasn't what Edgeworth needed right now. He was still at a loss for what he did need, what else he could do for the situation, but dealing with the nightmare's own anger wasn't it, and he listened as calmly as he could.

His smirk came all too easily, though the voice behind it was still tight. "I'm a fucking nightmare, Edgeworth. Do you know just how much 'untouchable' means to something like me?"