[He picks up the bottle of wine, the one that he'd let Edgeworth cover; Abbacchio looks at it thoughtfully, as clearly as he can at the question. There's the distinct warmth in his body from all of the alcohol, his mind a little muddled, but he can still pick apart the scenario.]

You're asking the wrong guy, I think. Since I gave up playing by the fucking rules awhile ago when it was obvious nobody else cared about 'em.

[Abbacchio looks at Edgeworth, feeling a little tired from the idea.]

Don't get me wrong. Never thought the system was perfect. Just that you deserved the chance to make a difference. If a man could go free because you didn't have the right evidence, then you gotta decide for yourself how you wanna handle that.

Me? There's no justice in that. Letting someone like that walk free.