[it's like descending into another world. it seems almost impossible that such a massive space could exist below the completely normal home they just came from. Edgeworth can't help staring at each of the monstrous suits as they pass, heedless to the stares his own presence is drawing. the name might have given him some clue to their nature but could hardly have prepared him for how impressive (not to mention intimidating) they would be. it strikes him in a very concrete way that these are weapons, instruments of war. what they must be like in action...]

[a shiver runs down his spine. he starts when Winner halts suddenly, and follows his direction to find a suit which appears, even to his untrained eye, more advanced than any of the others.]

That one is yours?

[his tone is tainted with disbelief, though it's not meant as a judgment on Winner. that anyone his age would be given control of a weapon like that just seems outlandish.]