[Edgeworth is no longer staring upward, but while he's speaking to Maya he tilts his head back a little, the look in his eyes reminiscent. He sighs softly.]

I remember everything, including my trip to that other world. [Sometimes, it felt like a lot to hold. Hardly any time passed back home while he was in Death City, and somehow that large chunk of time fit in his timeline.

Dork age of the law? Close enough.]

It was the dark age of the law, but really, wouldn't one consider the time Manfred von Karma spent in the Prosecutors' Office a dark age as well?