[Edgeworth takes a few deep breaths while continuing to pat and accept kisses from this dog. Once he finally gathers enough composure to speak properly, he does so:]

T-to lose Wright... i-is losing more than... th-th-than just a c-colleague, or a f-friend, o-or the m-man who saved my life a-and my heart. ...He... without him, how... h-how can we run... a t-trial here, am-mongst the k-kidnappees? How will th-those who care little for t-truth, wh-wh-who see acting on h-hatred as justice...?

[And he can't say any more. He hugs his dog again, who nuzzles him as he descends into sobs again.]