[Edgeworth forces himself to breathe slowly, then struggles to open his eyes and look at Diarmuid. The panic that he's remembering, that he's trying not to outright flash back to, has to be obvious, but right now it's more important that the prosecutor sees reminders that he's not there.]

This... requires clarification, I suppose. Some elevators are poorly designed. While all are required to... to h-have sturdy doors not easily opened by hand lest people fall out or be struck by passing floors while it's in motion... [...shaking harder, including vocally...] n-not all... are p-properly ventilated. Under normal circumstances, it matters not, b-but that day...

We were trapped for hours, Diarmuid. Three of us, in the dark, in a tiny box... a-and eventually, the air grew thin.