He looks at Edgeworth as he speaks, simply holding his own cigarette, not willing to bring it to his mouth, and trying to ignore the dull ache of an oncoming headache as he listens to him talk.

We're rehashing to come to the same conclusion. We've both made mistakes, Edgeworth, and we'll both have to live with them. For a little while longer at least.

Motioning to the other man, he sighs, shaking his head and continuing to hold his gaze, eyes narrowed.

Make amends or peace or whatever you want to call it. Just don't make me feel like more of an idiot than I do....than I have for years.