[February 6][Ace Attorney] Guiding Force
Title: Guiding Force
Day/Theme: February 6 - "The justice of my quarrel"
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Miles Edgeworth
Rating: K (Spoilers for 1-4)
Miles sat in his prison cell, this time of his own volition rather than being under arrest for murder. The other option had been being released immediately after the trial was over and having to face a too eagerly questioning press. Before being led back to his cell he had caught a glimpse of Wright and his assistant sneaking out through a window rather than face the press, as the back door of the courthouse, created for avoiding the press, had been discovered only a week before and was now defunct. Not even Wright wanted to deal with the waiting reporters, though if Miles remembered correctly, the defense attorney had never been comfortable with large questioning crowds.
But now Miles didn’t trust his memory. Not how he used to. The underlying conviction in all his cases was based upon that memory: a killer-his father’s killer-guilty but free. But the recent events had thrown a glaring light on the past, on his memory, and that light had been too bright for Miles to see what he remembered of that day-that time.
Two memories-one presented by the court and accepted by his consciousness, and the one played over in his nightmares, the one his subconscious chose-fought for themselves, fought to be the truth of the situation, tearing at his sanity. Nights and days spent in an internal, eternal struggle: who killed Gregory Edgeworth-the bailiff or his son?
Wright-foolish Wright, brave Wright, I’m-so-hard-headed-the-brick-wall-broke-instead-of-my-skull-when-I-ran-into-it Wright-fought for neither of these truths in the end, and received justice. His father’s killer no longer a free man, and the quarrel inside Miles over, leaving Miles empty inside, the guiding force of his sense of justice crushed beneath the judge’s gavel.
Day/Theme: February 6 - "The justice of my quarrel"
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Miles Edgeworth
Rating: K (Spoilers for 1-4)
Miles sat in his prison cell, this time of his own volition rather than being under arrest for murder. The other option had been being released immediately after the trial was over and having to face a too eagerly questioning press. Before being led back to his cell he had caught a glimpse of Wright and his assistant sneaking out through a window rather than face the press, as the back door of the courthouse, created for avoiding the press, had been discovered only a week before and was now defunct. Not even Wright wanted to deal with the waiting reporters, though if Miles remembered correctly, the defense attorney had never been comfortable with large questioning crowds.
But now Miles didn’t trust his memory. Not how he used to. The underlying conviction in all his cases was based upon that memory: a killer-his father’s killer-guilty but free. But the recent events had thrown a glaring light on the past, on his memory, and that light had been too bright for Miles to see what he remembered of that day-that time.
Two memories-one presented by the court and accepted by his consciousness, and the one played over in his nightmares, the one his subconscious chose-fought for themselves, fought to be the truth of the situation, tearing at his sanity. Nights and days spent in an internal, eternal struggle: who killed Gregory Edgeworth-the bailiff or his son?
Wright-foolish Wright, brave Wright, I’m-so-hard-headed-the-brick-wall-broke-instead-of-my-skull-when-I-ran-into-it Wright-fought for neither of these truths in the end, and received justice. His father’s killer no longer a free man, and the quarrel inside Miles over, leaving Miles empty inside, the guiding force of his sense of justice crushed beneath the judge’s gavel.