The point is this: let yourself grow and culture. Even now, you answer me with impatience and impertinence, when I am not fighting you, but attempting to offer a bit of hard-won wisdom. You're still itching for a fight. You're still trying to prove yourself.

[Edgeworth thinks, with a mixture of pity, horror, and sad affection, that Light is so very much like he was at the precise same age. A bit more level-headed, perhaps, and a bit less polished, but those are just superficial differences. It's a blessing, then, that Light has no real power - that he's still just a student. It will save him from doing the damage Edgeworth did.]