*He raises an eyebrow at that, lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag before he speaks.*

Have you given him reason to? I don't believe he even knows the Phoenix Wright in his world, although his brother does.

*And then he sighs, leaning forwards to place the bottle on the floor. The movement makes him feel slightly nauseous, and he stays where he is for a moment, eyes closed.*

I don't know why I feel I owe you an explanation, Wright.