The armchairs. Miles headed in that direction, but he didn't quite land. Staying on his feet seemed necessary. He paced. Not for the entire length of the room, but a few steps at a time as he built up his questions, his statements - showing the kind of nerves he never did in court. But then, this felt so much more important.

"I... need to ask, then. Phoenix. How... How much would undoing your regret change? Of everything. Of you. Of me. Of..." He gestured to Phoenix, then, head to toe. "Of who you've become."