Little did I realize that those rumors about me that went beyond the scope of my actual misdeeds were the fault of those very coworkers -- that is, until my superior was accused of murdering a detective. Wright defended her. It gradually grew clear that she was blackmailed into acting as the Chief of Police's accomplice. He was not only responsible for the murder, but for rearranging a crime scene and forging evidence in one of my most prominent old cases... as well as unsuccessfully trying to pin the detective's murder on me. He... he then claimed that if I was to continue fighting criminals, I would inevitably need to resort to forgery one day myself.

To have betrayal be laid bare again in such a short time, to have another claim that I would inevitably become a worse man... that was too much to bear. The man I was had to die -- figuratively or otherwise. I fled the district, leaving only a note reading, "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death."