[His mouth twists wryly at that--duty, right, yeah, but what happens when that ends, when it becomes clear that what they're doing is sustaining meaningless structure--but he can't say that to Edgeworth, even right now. Duty is what he has. There's an envy that comes with that thought, for all that Sirius has rejected responsibility as often as possible.

But the question of James distracts him anyways, as it always does and will.]

That we'd be able to save him. If we go back--I want to remember. If he's back at home, at least he's alive. If that's really what happens to us. He's alive, and if I can remember-- I can do something. I can keep it that way. Because he's not dying, I'm not letting that happen.