[ it was excessive. it was excessive when he bashed ray's face in with a rock the first time, more so the second; the things he said, the terrifying thrill that came from cutting the wolf's head clean off its shoulders.

he doesn't say any of that, of course, because that's too much. it's none of edgeworth's business. ]

What does your court say about destroying peoples' lives?

[ the anger isn't gone, but it's softer now, turned inwards instead. but the bitterness is there, and that's for edgeworth and his stupid, rigid morals. ]

There are people who are dead because of me. Because of my choices, because of what I am. I turned my own wife into an animal; into a killer.

[ he should probably stop there; he doesn't, of course. he's fed up with all of this talk of right and wrong and the law as if it actually matters. ]

How about disposing of the corpse of a pureblood werewolf? Or hey, I know, resurrecting your best friend. What's the legal procedure for that?