"And tomorrow is what? A good day to fly? After everything that's been going on, you..." Phoenix trailed off with a growl, frustrated at his own reaction. He knew he had no right to be angry, no right to question Edgeworth's decision, but the news was so unexpected and (loathe as he was to admit) it hurt; a small, cruel part of him wanted to ask Edgeworth what he was running from now.

Guilt gnawed at the mere thought and he winced, burying the question with a sigh. Eyes downcast, he slouched forward and rested his elbows on the table. He didn't know what else to say, so he said nothing.