[He sees him. It's no one he recognizes, but - the clothing reminds him of someone. He frowns, swallows down a lump of something he refuses to acknowledge as guilt. It's not his fault for bringing this up - Edgeworth had lied, dammit, and he is fucking tired of being treated with kiddie gloves.
...So that's the bastard, huh? Sam hadn't seen the face before, but you can bet he'll know it from now on. He watches the man darkly from over the rim of his glass, sparing Miles a short glance] You were just snappin' at me. It's fine. ...I'd rather know than not. Don't you know that by now?
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...So that's the bastard, huh? Sam hadn't seen the face before, but you can bet he'll know it from now on. He watches the man darkly from over the rim of his glass, sparing Miles a short glance] You were just snappin' at me. It's fine. ...I'd rather know than not. Don't you know that by now?