HADRIAN: I feel bad, I’ve been a little bit of a stranger lately, I’ve, I’ve been trying to give you space to heal up…
SAMOT: Shh. Shh. I understand, perfectly.
HADRIAN: Alright—
SAMOT: I still hear you when you pray.
IRIS: Mr. Edgeworth… is it just possible that maybe… you yourself have a deep, dark secret in your heart?
EDGEWORTH: (...!) Why do you say that…!?
IRIS: As they say, it takes one to know one.
EDGEWORTH: (How could she have known about that…? Is she peering into my soul!?)
Hey look up! You don't have to be a ghost, here amongst the living. You are flesh and blood, and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given.
A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe, those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history.