To. My dear Detective Guest.

It has already been over seven years since you came to my side.

Just as the me of then is different from the me of now, the you of then and the you of now have changed much.

Your once black and glossy hair has begun to show occasional strands of white,

And those eyes of yours, once unique to a shining new recruit, are slowly turning into the eyes of a police officer worn down by overtime.

You know, the truth is, I wish you didn't have to suffer so much.

Those two shining eyes of yours.

I hope those eyes, which sparkled like stars every time I uncovered the truth or pointed out a criminal's contradiction, never lose their light.

Do you happen to remember our first meeting?

The time you were about to be taken away on false charges of being the culprit, but I saved you.

Hmph, anyone would know that a police officer with eyes as bright as yours couldn't possibly do such a thing.

Digging into a contradiction that would be obvious with just a little more thought-...

...Ah, I've digressed. The reason I am writing this letter is none other than because of Wendy Oldbag.

You know her, don't you? That woman... she is always throwing herself at me.

Hmm, it is not good for a woman who even has a husband to cling like that.

...Ahem, so if it makes you uncomfortable in any way, I shall speak to her clearly and draw a line.

That's right, you always ask 'why' so sharply only at times like this. If a reply comes, it will likely be filled with that question.

Fine, then. I shall speak honestly. Perhaps I have recently come to l- Lately, that person's behavior has become bothersome. As a prosecutor, I cannot participate in an affair.

Well, I wrote this letter for such trivial reasons, so you need not reply with a 'why.' Just read it lightly and laugh it off.

Have a good night, Detective Guest.

From. Yours Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth