[Hmph. Were it not for the blasted warden forcing von Karma to seat himself in front of the partition glass, he too would have remained standing in Edgeworth's presence, as proud and tall as he had done so behind the prosecutor's bench. Instead, he has no choice but to direct his indignant scowl upwards towards his former protege. Self-righteous brat with that condescending glare on his face! It is all von Karma can do to keep the ire growing within him in check as he responds.]

If that is the sole purpose of this visit, then I regret to tell you that you've wasted your time, boy. Surely you have better things to do than to rub the proverbial salt into an old bullet wound scar, no?

[At that, his right shoulder tenses up, and a fleeting grimace crosses his face. A metallic clacking sound emanates from his handcuffs as he attempts in vain to reach up to massage his aching shoulder. Damned Edgeworth!]