He was quickly waking from a sleep that felt like it had lasted forever. His joints were stiff, his head was pounding and he had the strangest taste in his mouth- but he was still to drawn in by his dream to give any real attempt at waking up. It was all so strange; it confused him and yet it felt right. He could feel it from within his heart-- he knew that it happened. He knew that it was fact, and he knew that it was important. That trust was important
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There was something familiar about this guy, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Maybe he was someone from his past? Or was it someone that he had seen in the market that was being reborn? He walked closer.
"Hey."
And he smiled, looking down at the man who had hatched from the cocoon. He was holding the newborn bundle in one arm. Their eyes met, and he looked over his face. Even with the goo, he could feel his heart jump into his throat. He knew that face, that smile, those eyes, even that hair that was matted with slime.
He blinked a few times. Who was this guy, and why did they look the same? Did he have a twin?
A moment passed, and he shook his head, grinning nervously. Well, he still had a job to do.
"H-hey. Welcome to Edensphere. I'm Truth...do you have a name? Something from your dream, maybe?"
He was staring, and he knew it. He just couldn't help himself.
He hadn't even seen his own face yet, and he knew that this was a familiarity that was almost mind-bending. He knew everything about him, from the way he smiled nervously even to the way he sounded.
"Thanks..." He replied, his voice finally found but he was still at a loss as to what to say. Edensphere? Where was that? And... a name. A name. It shouldn't be that hard, to think of something he knew he should know- but it wouldn't come. So he smiled apologetically. He already found a hand reaching to rub at the back of his neck and shrugged his shoulders, eyes upturning as he thought back to his dream to give this guy an answer.
"Uh... Trust." That sounded right. Sounded like it fit, so he nodded once before letting his hands drop.
"It's good to meet you, Truth." He said finally, still unable to shake that feeling that something was off and just... strange. He was staring, too, but he didn't really understand why.
He nodded softly. Trust? Christ, that was a lot like his name. Maybe they were twins. That meant that he had a family...a brother. Back home, not here. Here he had Justice, who he was trying to not think of...it was too confusing right now.
"Oh, right!" He held out the towel and clothes. "Here, clean yourself off." And he knew in a moment what he should do. "It's really cold out right now, so you can stay at my place. You can take a shower when we get home."
He held out the journal next- the leather covering was a bright blue-green, and he flipped it open to look at the mostly blank pages.
"And this is your journal. Anyone can read what you write in it...so you might want to be careful."
He was probably running through this all too quickly, but he was a little nervous, to be honest.
"Oh, and my name. I picked 'Truth' when I first hatched, but my real name is Phoenix Wright. You can call me whichever one you want."
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"Hey."
And he smiled, looking down at the man who had hatched from the cocoon. He was holding the newborn bundle in one arm. Their eyes met, and he looked over his face. Even with the goo, he could feel his heart jump into his throat. He knew that face, that smile, those eyes, even that hair that was matted with slime.
He blinked a few times. Who was this guy, and why did they look the same? Did he have a twin?
A moment passed, and he shook his head, grinning nervously. Well, he still had a job to do.
"H-hey. Welcome to Edensphere. I'm Truth...do you have a name? Something from your dream, maybe?"
He was staring, and he knew it. He just couldn't help himself.
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"Thanks..." He replied, his voice finally found but he was still at a loss as to what to say. Edensphere? Where was that? And... a name. A name. It shouldn't be that hard, to think of something he knew he should know- but it wouldn't come. So he smiled apologetically. He already found a hand reaching to rub at the back of his neck and shrugged his shoulders, eyes upturning as he thought back to his dream to give this guy an answer.
"Uh... Trust." That sounded right. Sounded like it fit, so he nodded once before letting his hands drop.
"It's good to meet you, Truth." He said finally, still unable to shake that feeling that something was off and just... strange. He was staring, too, but he didn't really understand why.
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"Oh, right!" He held out the towel and clothes. "Here, clean yourself off." And he knew in a moment what he should do. "It's really cold out right now, so you can stay at my place. You can take a shower when we get home."
He held out the journal next- the leather covering was a bright blue-green, and he flipped it open to look at the mostly blank pages.
"And this is your journal. Anyone can read what you write in it...so you might want to be careful."
He was probably running through this all too quickly, but he was a little nervous, to be honest.
"Oh, and my name. I picked 'Truth' when I first hatched, but my real name is Phoenix Wright. You can call me whichever one you want."
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