[Every day that passed seemed longer and longer to him. He'd seen his other friends associate with each other, meet up with people from their universes...and yet, here he was. This Miles Edgeworth, from lord knows which universe...alone. About 6 months had passed, and yet still no sign of anyone from his universe. Yes, he'd met a few Kays, though it was apparent they weren't from where he was from. And he'd met Phoenixes, a Detective Gumshoe, a few Franziskas...but there was no way of telling if they were from the same place.
....he was lonely. There was no denying that. He was lonely, and it had really been taking a toll on his mood...on his health, even. As he sat on his couch, realizing this fact, he hugged his knees to his chest.
It felt as there was no one there for him. What was he doing here? What was his purpose? All of these others, the Kays, the Franziskas...they all had their Miles Edgeworths. He felt as if he was the only one without purpose. That no one really needed him.]
