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· WHO: Phoenix Wright (imwrightalways) and Maya Fey (sisterlybonds)
· WHAT: Phoenix comes to his other BFF to get the events of the haunt off his chest, as he feels really guilty for what happened.
· WHERE: Maya's room
· WHEN: November 27th, day
· HOW: On-going, closed.
What had he done? What happened? Phoenix was never a violent person. No, he was against violence - he protected those accused of being violent, defending the innocent. But to attack, much less kill not one, but two people... Phoenix could never forgive himself.
The people he killed... One was a man he viewed like his own son. Apollo was the brother and close friend of his daughter. Apollo was his protégé! And then he went and killed him. But then there was Edgeworth... Edgeworth was the one Phoenix trusted the most. Edgeworth was... Phoenix could never admit it, but what he felt for Edgeworth was more than simple friendship. He couldn't say exactly what it was, but it was special.
Then he went and killed him too.
It was fortunate that both of them were alive again, but still, Phoenix had hurt them. Phoenix had driven them to their deaths. How could he ever face them again? He wanted to take it all back. He would have easily taken his own life in their places. But, how could he apologize for killing someone? That was an unforgivable act.
Why had he done it? Vaan had convinced him that those he loved were not really who they were... that they were imposters out to kill him. He had needed to dispose of them before they could hurt him.
Unfortunately it had been the other way around. Phoenix was the one possessed by an imposter. Phoenix... wasn't Phoenix.
Even so, his own hands were the ones that killed them. His own hands were stained with blood. He was the one who killed them.
Phoenix had sat alone in his room for days, never wanting to face what he had done. How could he live with himself? Everything was driving him crazy, so crazy that he needed to let it all out. He couldn't talk to Edgeworth... not yet. Apollo was out of the question as well, and he would never want to inflict such a thing on his own daughter, so Trucy was out.
Then there was Maya. Maya had always stuck by Phoenix, helping him when he needed it most, and staying by his side. Maya would listen. Maybe she would hate him upon hearing what he had to say, but it was worth a shot.
Slowly, he walked down the hall and came across her room. Hesitantly, he knocked on her door, waiting for a response.
· WHAT: Phoenix comes to his other BFF to get the events of the haunt off his chest, as he feels really guilty for what happened.
· WHERE: Maya's room
· WHEN: November 27th, day
· HOW: On-going, closed.
What had he done? What happened? Phoenix was never a violent person. No, he was against violence - he protected those accused of being violent, defending the innocent. But to attack, much less kill not one, but two people... Phoenix could never forgive himself.
The people he killed... One was a man he viewed like his own son. Apollo was the brother and close friend of his daughter. Apollo was his protégé! And then he went and killed him. But then there was Edgeworth... Edgeworth was the one Phoenix trusted the most. Edgeworth was... Phoenix could never admit it, but what he felt for Edgeworth was more than simple friendship. He couldn't say exactly what it was, but it was special.
Then he went and killed him too.
It was fortunate that both of them were alive again, but still, Phoenix had hurt them. Phoenix had driven them to their deaths. How could he ever face them again? He wanted to take it all back. He would have easily taken his own life in their places. But, how could he apologize for killing someone? That was an unforgivable act.
Why had he done it? Vaan had convinced him that those he loved were not really who they were... that they were imposters out to kill him. He had needed to dispose of them before they could hurt him.
Unfortunately it had been the other way around. Phoenix was the one possessed by an imposter. Phoenix... wasn't Phoenix.
Even so, his own hands were the ones that killed them. His own hands were stained with blood. He was the one who killed them.
Phoenix had sat alone in his room for days, never wanting to face what he had done. How could he live with himself? Everything was driving him crazy, so crazy that he needed to let it all out. He couldn't talk to Edgeworth... not yet. Apollo was out of the question as well, and he would never want to inflict such a thing on his own daughter, so Trucy was out.
Then there was Maya. Maya had always stuck by Phoenix, helping him when he needed it most, and staying by his side. Maya would listen. Maybe she would hate him upon hearing what he had to say, but it was worth a shot.
Slowly, he walked down the hall and came across her room. Hesitantly, he knocked on her door, waiting for a response.