[He's experienced with fighting with adults and parents both--it isn't something that he shies away from--especially not now, especially not when he's dealing with whatever the hell this is. Because it isn't Edgeworth's father. No matter what face he's wearing, no matter what voice he's using--this is a trick.

And it's a trick that Edgewoth is buying into. All this shit about letting this happen--

He's hardly listening to any of that. Yeah, he hears it, but he hardly lets it enter his head, and he twists away from Edgeworth's grasp, getting loose from him so he can turn on him with a narrow glare.]

Yeah. I understand. But d'you know what, you haven't actually got a choice in this, 'cos I wasn't asking you. I'm your friend. And I'm not letting you make some idiotic martyr's choice just because you think you did something.

[He jabs his finger at Edgewoth's chest, hard.]

You might be quitting. But I'm not letting you. If I have to punch you in your stupid face and drag you out of here, I'm going to do it. So get away from that thing and come with me, now, 'cos I'm tired and I don't want to have to do that.