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Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death.
It all seemed like one big, sick joke at first glance.
Phoenix couldn’t believe it at first when he first saw that note-a simple slip of paper with those five words written so elegantly on it. He could immediately recognize that it was Edgeworth’s handwriting the moment he laid his eyes on that note when Gumshoe brought it over to show it to him-nobody else he knew could write his words in that small, intricate and yet elegant way of writing. Those five simple words upon that simple slip of paper in that simple handwriting.
But yet as simple as it all was, the thought behind that note was wholly complex.
He couldn’t understand just why Edgeworth had just decided to up and leave like that; without so much as a word, a message, a proper note, he just left like that. Just as Phoenix himself had entered into Edgeworth’s life, the prosecutor himself had simply disappeared from the defense attorney’s own life. There was no proper reason at all, no indication as to why he even did it. Just like that, he disappeared. Was it because of the resolution of DL-6 and SL-9? Because he had awakened and shattered a great portion of the lies the other man had believed in? Phoenix had to admit, those two cases had utterly turned the silver-haired man’s life upside down-the things he had believed so strongly in, the only things he could cling onto for his sanity were all only but lies upon lies, stories within stories. All the things he had believed in completely wrecked and ripped apart by State versus Edgeworth and State versus Skye. And Phoenix knew he was the cause of a great deal of it.
Still, there was no reason for Edgeworth to disappear like that. It just all didn’t add up.
Gumshoe had left the note with him once he finished explaining to the attorney the current situation. (“I checked the flight records, pal-Mr. Edgeworth took morning flight to Germany. Checked into customs and everything…”) the detective had started, but Phoenix wouldn’t hear any of it. The only thing that mattered was that Edgeworth was gone. He disappeared completely from the office, the county and his own life without any valid reason at all.
Phoenix looked at the note, now crumpled and wet with his tears. Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death. Just like that, he left. Just like that, he threw everything behind him and went away. And here the man once believed in the prosecutor so much. Miles had been nothing but his inspiration to become an attorney, from the time where they were kids. Because of him, Phoenix had been inspired to take up law-even more so in his later years, when newspapers bore headlines of the Demon Prosecutor.
He spent fifteen years chasing after the man, and now the man that had been his inspiration had failed his own morals. Phoenix gave the note one final glance before he crumpled it up for the last time and threw it out of the window of his apartment.
Edgeworth had failed even in his own morals. He didn’t deserve to be who he was not if he was like this. The Edgeworth Phoenix knew was dead indeed. He was dead and gone for good.
Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death.
He isn’t Edgeworth, Phoenix reminded himself as he got up from the couch. He’s only a fraud.
It all seemed like one big, sick joke at first glance.
Phoenix couldn’t believe it at first when he first saw that note-a simple slip of paper with those five words written so elegantly on it. He could immediately recognize that it was Edgeworth’s handwriting the moment he laid his eyes on that note when Gumshoe brought it over to show it to him-nobody else he knew could write his words in that small, intricate and yet elegant way of writing. Those five simple words upon that simple slip of paper in that simple handwriting.
But yet as simple as it all was, the thought behind that note was wholly complex.
He couldn’t understand just why Edgeworth had just decided to up and leave like that; without so much as a word, a message, a proper note, he just left like that. Just as Phoenix himself had entered into Edgeworth’s life, the prosecutor himself had simply disappeared from the defense attorney’s own life. There was no proper reason at all, no indication as to why he even did it. Just like that, he disappeared. Was it because of the resolution of DL-6 and SL-9? Because he had awakened and shattered a great portion of the lies the other man had believed in? Phoenix had to admit, those two cases had utterly turned the silver-haired man’s life upside down-the things he had believed so strongly in, the only things he could cling onto for his sanity were all only but lies upon lies, stories within stories. All the things he had believed in completely wrecked and ripped apart by State versus Edgeworth and State versus Skye. And Phoenix knew he was the cause of a great deal of it.
Still, there was no reason for Edgeworth to disappear like that. It just all didn’t add up.
Gumshoe had left the note with him once he finished explaining to the attorney the current situation. (“I checked the flight records, pal-Mr. Edgeworth took morning flight to Germany. Checked into customs and everything…”) the detective had started, but Phoenix wouldn’t hear any of it. The only thing that mattered was that Edgeworth was gone. He disappeared completely from the office, the county and his own life without any valid reason at all.
Phoenix looked at the note, now crumpled and wet with his tears. Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death. Just like that, he left. Just like that, he threw everything behind him and went away. And here the man once believed in the prosecutor so much. Miles had been nothing but his inspiration to become an attorney, from the time where they were kids. Because of him, Phoenix had been inspired to take up law-even more so in his later years, when newspapers bore headlines of the Demon Prosecutor.
He spent fifteen years chasing after the man, and now the man that had been his inspiration had failed his own morals. Phoenix gave the note one final glance before he crumpled it up for the last time and threw it out of the window of his apartment.
Edgeworth had failed even in his own morals. He didn’t deserve to be who he was not if he was like this. The Edgeworth Phoenix knew was dead indeed. He was dead and gone for good.
Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death.
He isn’t Edgeworth, Phoenix reminded himself as he got up from the couch. He’s only a fraud.