[Maya hesitates, again. She isn't unafraid of him, but there's something new to it. She should say something. She should make this right. He is confused and he is making assumptions about her in his head just like Edgeworth, seeing this his own way and not her way and she should change that. She doesn't have the awareness— doesn't want to be aware— that her desire to do so is rooted in her inability to change Edgeworth's mind, but the idea that maybe she shouldn't, maybe she can't, still gives her pause.]

I think—

[Try again.

Giorno is not her enemy. She knows that. She can reach out between the Fog and others— no, between others and herself— if she just—]

Actually, I don't think that's right.

[Maya straightens up, lifting her chin, trying to raise her voice just a little. Not to sound argumentative, just enough to stand her ground.]

I think you need something from me. Isn't that why you're asking anything?

What do you want to hear?