[Since when has he ever played by the rules? He prosecuted his own adopted son, after all.]
Imbecile. What makes you think you have the worth to say that to me?
You have no say in what I do, Miles Edgeworth. For all we know she could have been abducted or worse and you have the gall to say to me what is necessary? You gave up before even trying, idiot!
[There's only fury in his voice now, and an undertone of pure bitter hatred.]
She is my flesh and blood, fool. You called yourself her brother and yet you've done nothing! Not even that hideous lament of those she thought cared for her have done a thing! I will not tolerate excuses. So best take your worthless commentary elsewhere!
[voice]
Imbecile. What makes you think you have the worth to say that to me?
You have no say in what I do, Miles Edgeworth. For all we know she could have been abducted or worse and you have the gall to say to me what is necessary? You gave up before even trying, idiot!
[There's only fury in his voice now, and an undertone of pure bitter hatred.]
She is my flesh and blood, fool. You called yourself her brother and yet you've done nothing! Not even that hideous lament of those she thought cared for her have done a thing! I will not tolerate excuses. So best take your worthless commentary elsewhere!