[Liked. Well, from most anyone else, that would be a pretty vague thing, wouldn't it? But Edgeworth is the kind of guy who has a hard time expressing something that personal, he bets. Which... yeah, Abbacchio gets that in his own way. It's in part why he brought the wine.

The smell of tomatoes and pasta wafts in the air as he works, pausing to drink from his glass.]

...Look, believe it or not, but I get how you feel. On a few levels. For awhile, I thought maybe there was something wrong with me too. Something like I was cursed or some shit, and I couldn't afford to be close to anyone.

In your case, it's just bad luck. I hate to put it that way, but there's nothing about you that would have caused them to vanish.