Trial 4
I find it almost hard to believe that it's been a bit over a month since I arrived here. Though I suppose the illusion is certainly aided by the two weeks I spent at the incorrect age. Regardless, I believe I finally have myself more properly settled now.
I have gotten myself some gainful employment in the courts. I was also pleasantly surprised to find that I had a lot of money remaining from my previous stay here, and have used this money to secure myself lodgings at the Memoria Apartments. I apologize to my assigned roommate at the Ari complex--Miss Arietta, if my memory serves--for moving out so suddenly, but I think we can agree that it's simply more prudent this way.
[ Private; unhackable to Phoenix, moderately hackable to not-Phoenixes ]
The scant memories I've regained.... They're almost laughably contradictory. I remember small parts of my childhood, most notably that my father was employed as a defense attorney and an incident in my elementary school years when I defended a fellow student accused of stealing my lunch money.
Phoenix Wright. He's here as well.
But that doesn't matter. It was a long time ago and that's no longer who I am. Nothing makes that more clear than my other regained memories. My first case as a prosecutor. Or part of it, at least. It's certainly a dramatic change in desires. I only wish I knew what caused it, exactly. From what Franziska told me, something almost certainly happened with my father, but she doesn't know what. There are a number of possibilities, none of which are pleasant to think about, but that doesn't change the fact that one of them occurred. It bothers me that the truth is out there, and yet completely blocked off to me.
I have gotten myself some gainful employment in the courts. I was also pleasantly surprised to find that I had a lot of money remaining from my previous stay here, and have used this money to secure myself lodgings at the Memoria Apartments. I apologize to my assigned roommate at the Ari complex--Miss Arietta, if my memory serves--for moving out so suddenly, but I think we can agree that it's simply more prudent this way.
[ Private; unhackable to Phoenix, moderately hackable to not-Phoenixes ]
The scant memories I've regained.... They're almost laughably contradictory. I remember small parts of my childhood, most notably that my father was employed as a defense attorney and an incident in my elementary school years when I defended a fellow student accused of stealing my lunch money.
Phoenix Wright. He's here as well.
But that doesn't matter. It was a long time ago and that's no longer who I am. Nothing makes that more clear than my other regained memories. My first case as a prosecutor. Or part of it, at least. It's certainly a dramatic change in desires. I only wish I knew what caused it, exactly. From what Franziska told me, something almost certainly happened with my father, but she doesn't know what. There are a number of possibilities, none of which are pleasant to think about, but that doesn't change the fact that one of them occurred. It bothers me that the truth is out there, and yet completely blocked off to me.