prosecutor miles edgeworth chooses death | Phoenix Wright Fanfiction

Why did you have to make it so… cryptic? Seriously- metaphorical? I thought you were dead. Gumshoe though you were dead. Maya. Everyone-” “Franziska knew.” “Of course she fucking knew.” Phoenix stood suddenly from his seat on the couch. He faced Edgeworth with tears streaming down his face. “Of course SHE fucking knew, right?! SHE wasn’t there for you. SHE didn’t defend you. Where was she when you were accused of murder? NOT there! Where was SHE when you needed her the most? In fucking GERMANY!” He collapsed to the ground. Body wracked with sobs. “Mr Nick?” a small, innocent voice. Pearl. (Look what you’ve done, Phoenix, you’ve woken her up.) “Pearl, go back to bed,” he whispered through his crying. “This is a dream. Go back to bed.” prompt: There are some mistakes that “sorry" doesn’t fix. Phoenix was making sure Miles learned that the hard way.