What little ice was left in the glass tinkled softly as Edgeworth set it on the table. He stared at it, momentarily transfixed, though his gaze seemed to focus on some unseen point past the glass. Finally he spoke again, his voice unusually soft, sober. "Wright claimed to understand that as well. He found out, but when we discussed the matter he said nothing would change. I'm...not sure that I can believe him."