The silence seems more deafening than the volley of gunshots and screaming that preceded it. Edgeworth's gaze travels the stairs, taking in the carnage left in the masked man's wake, and it's a long time before he can speak.

"I don't know. They... It was hard to keep track." He had made an effort, of course. Cataloguing details was second nature to him, but most of the men had worn coverings over their hair and some had worn strange goggles or masks. With so few distinguishing features to follow it was hard to remember who was who, and impossible in that dark stairwell with fear distracting him. "The pilot must be one of theirs."