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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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Just something my sister and I used to sing together. I don't even remember the words, really, we just kinda knew the tune.
[And that's all they'd ever needed to know.]
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Kind of sounds like a lullaby.
[His expression turns curious, as if he's processing the tun as she hums it, tilting his chin so his cheek presses against his forearm. Maybe giving an attempt to quietly hum it himself, although the melody's not entirely accurate.
He's trying, though.]
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[She hums gently along with him, catching him where he messes up, as if to kind of guide him into learning it. But after a few bars she starts to shift around so she can lay on the bed instead, getting comfy.
Which isn't to say she didn't like that moment. She did.]
She was ten years older than me, can you believe that?
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And when she drifts off to adjust herself, his own voice falls silent, reaching over to scritch one of Capsule's floppy ears.]
Yeah? Was it hard keeping up with her?
[If he's learned one thing from Tetsuo, it's that the younger one always tries to keep pace. And they were just a year apart.]
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[She laughs about it, though, not carrying an ounce of bitterness. Maya had never needed to keep pace with Mia. They'd walked their own roads, in tandem, seeing each other only when those roads met at their curves and twists and turns. That had been enough.]
Mia always had her own thing to do what with law school an' all, so I did too. But she was always taking care of me, even when she was away.
[Even after she'd died.]
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[The fact that her sister went to law school only minimally seizes his stomach, quieting it down with a little mental willpower and a smile. It didn't matter, did it? Maya was talking about Mia like she was the sun, and anyone who Maya held that high up couldn't be that bad. Lawyer or no.
His tone trails off, knowing just where this leads. He knew what happened to her sister--or rather, that she was dead. And if Maya's telling him about her, it's only a matter of time before they get to the inevitable.]
Perfect, you know?
[Too perfect, apparently.]
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[Maya smiles, her eyes closing.
Mia was everything. Mia was her whole world, her mother and sister all in one.]
I thought I was gonna be lost without her. Like, I didn't even think I'd get out of jail.
[She thought she was going to die three years ago.]
...Er, holding. It's holding first, right?
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Yeah...yeah. You're held first, for at least 24 hours until they work out what they're going to do to y--
...
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[Record scratch.]
What.
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[She holds her fingers above her face.]
One... two... Four arrests, three trials.
[Is she really not getting that he's surprised by this or is she just fucking with him who knows]
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Don't get to the guilty verdicts just YET!
[His hands press down on the bed, leaning over a little in...interest/worry? It's a weird mix of the two.]
What do you MEAN you were in jail?!
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[She sits up to face him with a huff.]
I got framed. Three times.
...Almost four.
Well, the second time I got arrested was actually cos I got held in contempt of court? But it's fine, Edgeworth bailed me out so it was okay.
[maya no that's still not okay]
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So how...HOW DID SHE GET THROUGH IT FOUR TIMES?!]
...
[Sorry, his mouth's just hanging open. listening to her babble on.
Capsule decides now is the right time to lick his master's hand. Master you are very very still. Why are you still?]
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What?
My best friend's the second greatest attorney out there.
There's no way things could have gone wrong with Phoenix Wright on the defense!
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Somewhere along the line, things made less sense, and his brain is trying to desperately catch up.]
...
A defense lawyer that won? [Four times? Why isn't he dead?]
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[Maya laughs.]
But my sister was the same. She was the greatest attorney of all time. She and Nick and-- and Edgeworth's dad, actually, they were all great attorneys who fought to protect the wrongly accused.
[Ok maybe she's hyping it up a l-- no. No she's not. Things might not have been as crappy as Neo Tokyo, but the odds had always been grim.
Even Mia had once lost a case that cost more than just jail time.]
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It was just...unheard of.]
Listen to ya...
[His voice drifts off, as if wanting to believe there's world where lawyers seemed like superheroes.]
You know how crazy that sounds, right? To a guy like me?
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[She leans back on her palms, then, shrugging.]
Somehow, Mia paved the way for things to start changing back home, and... Nick really stepped up.
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[A pause.]
What was it like before?
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[She starts playing with her hair, pouting a little.]
Court cases have to be done in like, three days. And prosecutors kind of... aren't about finding the truth anymore, y'know?
It's all about their spotless records.
[She has a particular prosecutor in mind, and it isn't Edgeworth....]
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Prosecutors with spotless records...he could certainly see that.]
Sounds like they kinda set you up to fail, huh.
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The man who killed my sister-- he had financial power over the whole legal system. I don't even know if everyone involved got caught.
[But at the same time, she kind of hopes not all of them have. After all, some people-- such as Grossberg-- had just been manipulated, not outright bad.]
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[It's quiet, tapping his knuckles on his knee in thought.]
Pretty sure lawyers were just paid to throw in the towel. Get crap off the streets.
[And by 'crap', he means people like him.]
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[Then again, maybe that's what 'getting crap off the streets' means.]
It's-- well, I think it's getting better...
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Someone's winning. That means something.
[The fact that you were not guilty four times is hope enough. Most people don't even make it TO their first.]
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