Nick winces. "He's a slippery son of a bitch when he wants to be, I guess. All versions. I wish I could help, but I don't really know what I'd do short of trying to find him, and in the Nexus? He could be anywhere," he says, sighing. He grins at her comment, though. "Oh, don't doubt that for a second. Hidden gifts can pop up at any time."

A disgruntled look, and he sips his coffee with one hand while resting his head on the other. "Maybe, but he's still an asshole. Sorry, I can't really tell you much about him other than that. He's apparently been a sort of mystery figure in the scene for eons. Not even Maya seems to be able to tell me much."

"Not really. I was already talking to spirits by the time I got to school, but I didn't see anything wrong with it. All the kids thought I was nuts, so they used to pick on me all the time. Since I couldn't find any live people who were nice to me, I just figured none of them were worth it and didn't bother making friends with anybody who wasn't already dead. It wasn't until Edgeworth stood up for me that one day in fourth grade, and later when Larry decided to play bodyguard for me, that I realized that living folks really weren't that bad. I mean, spirits were people too once, and the spirits, I've learned, can be assholes too." He shrugs. "It certainly taught me how to play my hand closer, though. Didn't help much with the overemotional thing; I had to train myself on that one." A grin. "Man, I was a dork back in the old days."