No plan. Pretty much as Dias had suspected, but still...damn it. If Cecille had been standing just behind him, he couldn't have been more aware of the feeling of her watching him. Probably he was insane, feeling that he couldn't let down the expectations of his dead sister, but frankly his sanity didn't enter into it. He knew what he felt he had to do, and whether he was sane or not wasn't going to prevent him from doing it.

Neither was reluctance. But still...damn it!

"In a world that might very well not have a legal system of any sort, much less one that mirrors your own world's system, I doubt there's anything you're qualified to do that would earn you enough money to live on," Dias informed Miles, with his usual deficiency of tact. "But I might be able to help you."

Aggravating as it was - at least Alphonse and Yuna and Tidus were friendly, whereas Edgeworth was a pompous ass and Hojo was a conniving, amoral rat with certain bestial tendencies - Dias never really even seriously considered refusing his aid. Even if he was only doing it for Cecille...he owed it to her to go along with her wishes, or what they would likely have been had she still been alive to have wishes. It was the very least he could do for her now - it was all he could do for her.