[Edgeworth nods with a slowness that would almost seem unnatural if one didn't take into account how much he's having to restrain himself. He's silent for a moment, then takes in a wheezing breath before continuing.]

Yanni Yogi in particular... grew desperate and frantic. H-he decided to try to stop Father from breathing -- by ch-choking him, if my nightmare can be given any weight. In my half-conscious desperation, I... grabbed a gun that was lying at my feet. I didn't know if it was evidence, or the bailiff's; indeed, I... was so addled in the mind at that moment that its proper use eluded me. It merely registered... as a d-dangerous object to th-throw at Father's assailant.

[Edgeworth leans his head on his hand, and the remainder of what he has to say is whimpered as much as stated.] Somehow, it m-misfired. We all l-lost consciousness with two sounds ringing in our ears: the gunshot, and a blood-curdling scream.