[He can't hold it back, doesn't think it needs to be held back, lets out a laugh. It's more like a cross between a huff and a spit, but Will Graham and laughter aren't finely tuned with each other—that sound is good enough, gets across amusement. And not at Edgeworth's expense, one of those pffts because Will?

Yeah, he relates to that one, and it has nothing to do with ~empathy~ kicking in and going into overdrive.]

You're not the only one who'd have that particular issue. [Here, back home, both.] Listen, I— [Am a sad, troubled, unfortunate soul.] —dealt with people similar to Lunatic all the time back where I'm from, and...sometimes, the way they talk, it's. Like they do know you, even if they can't, or can't know much. They're good at picking up on the little things, the things that could be used to wound, what's not physical. They're observant. They can get in your head, and that's damage, too. But you have to consider the source. The one who's saying that to you? Has their own damage. I've always tried to keep that in mind.

[Says the guy who's chock full of his own damage + the damage of a bunch of those sources that could be chalked up to "well, they're crazy, don't know what they're talking about like they think they do, also they're a jerk, better drink and move right along" but no one needs to know that.]