[He's close enough now, that Blake can grip the front of his shirt tightly. His face twists in anger, but he at least has enough control not to do anything even worse. Instead, he just roughly shoves Edgeworth away and turns to a set of weights.]

You're not helping anyone but yourself. Justify it all you want, make yourself feel good. It's all self-serving bullshit, just like you coming here to gloat.