gratitude. @turnaboutsister
gratitude. originally posted 10/042018

It was foggy out, and he could barely see more than 10 inches in front of him, air thick with the smell of rain. Where was he? How did he get here? Even with all the fog, he could make out several tall buildings, it should’ve been downtown, except that it was much too empty to be downtown at any hour. Okay, he didn’t have time to stand around idly, and Phoenix began walking towards the buildings to his right… but it seemed to move away from him with every step he took. What the hell was going on?

Okay, no going near buildings, maybe he should just… try moving forward? That made sense. Maybe if he just kept walking, he’d run into someone.

That seemed to be the right thing to do, because the buildings began to shift as he kept walking forward, although he felt like he was walking through molasses. So far, so good.

“HELLO?!” Phoenix cried after walking for what felt like ten minutes, his only response came from the puddles underneath his feet. “ANYBODY THERE? CHIEF? MAYA? ...LARRY? EDGEWORTH?”

What happened next happened very, very quickly. A figure stepped out from the haze and bumped into Phoenix’s side, so quickly that the attorney couldn’t identify them, but heard them drop something on the ground.

“H-hey wait!” he bent down to pick up the wallet (miraculously, it had fallen into a puddle and wasn't even wet. Phoenix looked up and noticed the person was still walking away from him, but something about them felt familiar, like he knew who it was. “H-HOLD IT! You dropped your wallet!”

Phoenix chased after them, but it wasn't long before they paused and turned around very slowly, stopping Phoenix dead in his tracks. It was a man in his mid thirties from the looks of it, but he kept his head down, obstructing most of his face. The man who stood in front of him reminded Phoenix of a detective in one of those old Noire styled films, a black fedora rested on the top of his head, and he wore a long tan trench coat. “...sorry about that, I didn’t mean to startle you, not after everything you’ve done, Mr. Wright.” The mysterious man took a step forward, allowing Phoenix a closer look. It was hardly noticeable, but he saw a shiny attorney’s badge on the lapel of his jacket. Phoenix watched him take off his hat, revealing graying hair, before bowing towards him.

The longer Phoenix looked at him, the more familiar this defense attorney seemed. Did they know each other? Or maybe he was someone’s father? “I-I’m sorry but do I know you...?” What the hell did he mean, “after everything you’ve done?”

He could see the man’s face more clearly now, he had fierce brown eyes hidden behind thick glasses, but they held a certain warmth to them when he spoke. “You’ve done more for my son and I than I can even begin to explain,” somehow, the mystery man seemed to have read his thoughts, “that really was some trial.”

And with those words, suddenly, Phoenix knew exactly who he was talking to, but… how? Maya had gone back home the night before, so he couldn’t be channeled. But somehow, Phoenix was standing face to face with Gregory Edgeworth. “Y-You’re… you’re--!”

He put his hat back on and smiled nervously, apparently he had no intention of being caught, “yes, it’s been awhile, how have you been, Phoenix?”

Where to even begin? Phoenix had seen and done more than he’d expect in the last year alone, but instead of answering his question, he asked one of his own, “Mr. Edgeworth? How are-- I mean what are-- What I mean to ask is--”

He tipped his head down again and let his hand rest on the brim of his hat. “I don’t have a lot of time, Phoenix, but I needed to thank you.”

“There’s no need, Mr. Edgeworth!” Phoenix cut in hastily, “I just wanted to help an old--”

“Let me finish, Phoenix.” Those words were firm, but not unkind, like a stereotypical father figure, Mr. Edgeworth had a distant look in his eye when he spoke again, “Phoenix… thanks to you, my son…” he gave a small smile, “...Miles… he won’t be branded as a murderer for the rest of his life, not by others, and not by himself, either. But that’s not the only thing you’ve done.

“You stood up to everyone, Phoenix. Witnesses, corrupted figures with power, Von Karma, and most importantly, Miles.” He looked back up at Phoenix then, one hand rested in his pocket while the other moved as he talked, “You’ve helped him more than you think by that act alone. You made him start to realize what he was missing, you made him remember what’s most important--the truth.

“And not only that, you found out who really… you exposed Von Karma for what he really was--a lying, cheating, murderer. For fifteen years, Miles thought it was his fault I was gone. He…” Mr. Edgeworth wasn’t looking at him anymore. He swallowed before continuing, “he thought he was the one who pulled the trigger… but you believed in him. You knew, somehow, that it wasn’t him, I don’t think anyone else would have done the same.”

“B-But… Mr. Edgeworth, I wasn’t the one who figured out Von Karma was the real killer, that was Maya--”

“I know,” he smiled, “I already thanked her, and apologized for that incident fifteen years ago.”

“O… oh.” Phoenix felt like a fish out of water, struggling to find the right words. How do you talk to the ghost of a man who’s been dead for fifteen years!? “Did you talk to Edge-I mean Mi-I mean your…?”

The phantom before him looked away, though Phoenix thought he could see him biting his lip. “I don’t think that would go very smoothly,” his words were slow and calculated, as if his son was with them at that very moment. “I… Miles wouldn’t take it very well, I’m afraid. The whole case… what happened to me won’t completely leave him, though you’ve helped ease some of that pain yourself, Phoenix. Don’t get me wrong,” he added hastily, “I want nothing more than to tell him how much I love him, despite what he’s done… who he was forced to become. I wish I could tell him that none of that is his fault, and how strong he is for enduring that burden for so long,” he sighed wistfully, looking back up at Phoenix but not quite looking at him. “I don’t want to risk bringing up any more… unpleasant feelings, or memories. Maybe in a few more years, when he’s ready… but that’s partially up to you, Mr. Wright.”

“...Me?”

“I have one last… favor to ask you, but I know I can’t do anything in return.”

“O-of course Mr. Edgeworth! I’ll do whatever I can to help.” Kind of hard to turn down a request from the father of the man who saved him… the father of the man he might l...

“Take care of him for me.”

It’s a simple, yet vague, request, one that takes Phoenix by surprise.

Apparently his surprise shows, because Gregory’s mouth twitches into an almost smile. “He’s going to need a friend to help him, someone to guide his hand when things get rough. I wish I could be there for him, so I have to pass the baton onto you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but he’s got a long road ahead of him. Do you think you could do that for me, Phoenix?”

Phoenix smiled, it turns out the request was easier than he thought. “Of course I will, you don’t need to worry about anything, Mr. Edgeworth.” I was already planning on it…

“Thank you.” He sends Phoenix a small, but sincere smile of thanks, before he reaches down to his lapels and adjusts his coat. “I have to go, but really, I can’t thank you enough.” He turned to leave.

“Of course.” Phoenix offers a small smile to the back of the ghost of Gregory Edgeworth walks back into the fog, or maybe he was turning into the fog?

“Oh, and one last thing?” He turns back to look at Phoenix for a moment, before breaking into another smile, larger and rarer than the small uncertain ones he wore on his face throughout their encounter. “Phoenix Wright. You’re one hell of a lawyer.”

And before Phoenix can respond, the ghost is completely gone, his wallet still clutched in his hands.

Phoenix blinked his eyes very slowly, waking up in the darkness of his room. Alone. No fog, no streets. Just his bed, lamp, dresser, strange wallet, his nightstand...

Wait. That wallet didn’t belong to him, right? He quickly turned on the lamp, confirming that the wallet wasn’t his.

He reached over to inspect it. There wasn’t an ID, or any other definitive identifier, though he could see the initials G.E. etched into the back…

On the inside, was a small note that read “Take care of him-G.E.” and one thousand and thirty-eight dollars.

He’d have to ask Maya for more information on ghosts when she was done with her training.

A crumpled up note was clutched tight, it was stained so badly by tears that the once elegant handwriting was illegible. Phoenix leaned against the door in his office, before sliding down the door, shaking badly and breathing unsteadily.

“Take care of him for me,” the words from two months ago rang in his ears, “He’s going to need a friend to help him, someone to guide his hand when things get rough. I wish I could be there for him, so I have to pass the baton onto you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but he’s got a long road ahead of him. Do you think you could do that for me, Phoenix?”

It was all his fault. He should’ve been paying more attention, he should’ve tried harder, he shouldn’t have said what he said. “Well, whatever you do, just remember. What happened in this trial can either make or break you as a prosecutor. In the end, it's up to you.”

“I-I’m so sorry Mr. Ed-Edgeworth…” he spoke to no one in particular. “I couldn’t keep my promise.”It was foggy out, and he could barely see more than 10 inches in front of him, air thick with the smell of rain. Where was he? How did he get here? Even with all the fog, he could make out several tall buildings, it should’ve been downtown, except that it was much too empty to be downtown at any hour. Okay, he didn’t have time to stand around idly, and Phoenix began walking towards the buildings to his right… but it seemed to move away from him with every step he took. What the hell was going on?

Okay, no going near buildings, maybe he should just… try moving forward? That made sense. Maybe if he just kept walking, he’d run into someone.

That seemed to be the right thing to do, because the buildings began to shift as he kept walking forward, although he felt like he was walking through molasses. So far, so good.

“HELLO?!” Phoenix cried after walking for what felt like ten minutes, his only response came from the puddles underneath his feet. “ANYBODY THERE? CHIEF? MAYA? ...LARRY? EDGEWORTH?”

What happened next happened very, very quickly. A figure stepped out from the haze and bumped into Phoenix’s side, so quickly that the attorney couldn’t identify them, but heard them drop something on the ground.

“H-hey wait!” he bent down to pick up the wallet (miraculously, it had fallen into a puddle and wasn't even wet. Phoenix looked up and noticed the person was still walking away from him, but something about them felt familiar, like he knew who it was. “H-HOLD IT! You dropped your wallet!”

Phoenix chased after them, but it wasn't long before they paused and turned around very slowly, stopping Phoenix dead in his tracks. It was a man in his mid thirties from the looks of it, but he kept his head down, obstructing most of his face. The man who stood in front of him reminded Phoenix of a detective in one of those old Noire styled films, a black fedora rested on the top of his head, and he wore a long tan trench coat. “...sorry about that, I didn’t mean to startle you, not after everything you’ve done, Mr. Wright.” The mysterious man took a step forward, allowing Phoenix a closer look. It was hardly noticeable, but he saw a shiny attorney’s badge on the lapel of his jacket. Phoenix watched him take off his hat, revealing graying hair, before bowing towards him.

The longer Phoenix looked at him, the more familiar this defense attorney seemed. Did they know each other? Or maybe he was someone’s father? “I-I’m sorry but do I know you...?” What the hell did he mean, “after everything you’ve done?”

He could see the man’s face more clearly now, he had fierce brown eyes hidden behind thick glasses, but they held a certain warmth to them when he spoke. “You’ve done more for my son and I than I can even begin to explain,” somehow, the mystery man seemed to have read his thoughts, “that really was some trial.”

And with those words, suddenly, Phoenix knew exactly who he was talking to, but… how? Maya had gone back home the night before, so he couldn’t be channeled. But somehow, Phoenix was standing face to face with Gregory Edgeworth. “Y-You’re… you’re--!”

He put his hat back on and smiled nervously, apparently he had no intention of being caught, “yes, it’s been awhile, how have you been, Phoenix?”

Where to even begin? Phoenix had seen and done more than he’d expect in the last year alone, but instead of answering his question, he asked one of his own, “Mr. Edgeworth? How are-- I mean what are-- What I mean to ask is--”

He tipped his head down again and let his hand rest on the brim of his hat. “I don’t have a lot of time, Phoenix, but I needed to thank you.”

“There’s no need, Mr. Edgeworth!” Phoenix cut in hastily, “I just wanted to help an old--”

“Let me finish, Phoenix.” Those words were firm, but not unkind, like a stereotypical father figure, Mr. Edgeworth had a distant look in his eye when he spoke again, “Phoenix… thanks to you, my son…” he gave a small smile, “...Miles… he won’t be branded as a murderer for the rest of his life, not by others, and not by himself, either. But that’s not the only thing you’ve done.

“You stood up to everyone, Phoenix. Witnesses, corrupted figures with power, Von Karma, and most importantly, Miles.” He looked back up at Phoenix then, one hand rested in his pocket while the other moved as he talked, “You’ve helped him more than you think by that act alone. You made him start to realize what he was missing, you made him remember what’s most important--the truth.

“And not only that, you found out who really… you exposed Von Karma for what he really was--a lying, cheating, murderer. For fifteen years, Miles thought it was his fault I was gone. He…” Mr. Edgeworth wasn’t looking at him anymore. He swallowed before continuing, “he thought he was the one who pulled the trigger… but you believed in him. You knew, somehow, that it wasn’t him, I don’t think anyone else would have done the same.”

“B-But… Mr. Edgeworth, I wasn’t the one who figured out Von Karma was the real killer, that was Maya--”

“I know,” he smiled, “I already thanked her, and apologized for that incident fifteen years ago.”

“O… oh.” Phoenix felt like a fish out of water, struggling to find the right words. How do you talk to the ghost of a man who’s been dead for fifteen years!? “Did you talk to Edge-I mean Mi-I mean your…?”

The phantom before him looked away, though Phoenix thought he could see him biting his lip. “I don’t think that would go very smoothly,” his words were slow and calculated, as if his son was with them at that very moment. “I… Miles wouldn’t take it very well, I’m afraid. The whole case… what happened to me won’t completely leave him, though you’ve helped ease some of that pain yourself, Phoenix. Don’t get me wrong,” he added hastily, “I want nothing more than to tell him how much I love him, despite what he’s done… who he was forced to become. I wish I could tell him that none of that is his fault, and how strong he is for enduring that burden for so long,” he sighed wistfully, looking back up at Phoenix but not quite looking at him. “I don’t want to risk bringing up any more… unpleasant feelings, or memories. Maybe in a few more years, when he’s ready… but that’s partially up to you, Mr. Wright.”

“...Me?”

“I have one last… favor to ask you, but I know I can’t do anything in return.”

“O-of course Mr. Edgeworth! I’ll do whatever I can to help.” Kind of hard to turn down a request from the father of the man who saved him… the father of the man he might l...

“Take care of him for me.”

It’s a simple, yet vague, request, one that takes Phoenix by surprise.

Apparently his surprise shows, because Gregory’s mouth twitches into an almost smile. “He’s going to need a friend to help him, someone to guide his hand when things get rough. I wish I could be there for him, so I have to pass the baton onto you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but he’s got a long road ahead of him. Do you think you could do that for me, Phoenix?”

Phoenix smiled, it turns out the request was easier than he thought. “Of course I will, you don’t need to worry about anything, Mr. Edgeworth.” I was already planning on it…

“Thank you.” He sends Phoenix a small, but sincere smile of thanks, before he reaches down to his lapels and adjusts his coat. “I have to go, but really, I can’t thank you enough.” He turned to leave.

“Of course.” Phoenix offers a small smile to the back of the ghost of Gregory Edgeworth walks back into the fog, or maybe he was turning into the fog?

“Oh, and one last thing?” He turns back to look at Phoenix for a moment, before breaking into another smile, larger and rarer than the small uncertain ones he wore on his face throughout their encounter. “Phoenix Wright. You’re one hell of a lawyer.”

And before Phoenix can respond, the ghost is completely gone, his wallet still clutched in his hands.

Phoenix blinked his eyes very slowly, waking up in the darkness of his room. Alone. No fog, no streets. Just his bed, lamp, dresser, strange wallet, his nightstand...

Wait. That wallet didn’t belong to him, right? He quickly turned on the lamp, confirming that the wallet wasn’t his.

He reached over to inspect it. There wasn’t an ID, or any other definitive identifier, though he could see the initials G.E. etched into the back…

On the inside, was a small note that read “Take care of him-G.E.” and one thousand and thirty-eight dollars.

He’d have to ask Maya for more information on ghosts when she was done with her training.


A crumpled up note was clutched tight, it was stained so badly by tears that the once elegant handwriting was illegible. Phoenix leaned against the door in his office, before sliding down the door, shaking badly and breathing unsteadily.

“Take care of him for me,” the words from two months ago rang in his ears, “He’s going to need a friend to help him, someone to guide his hand when things get rough. I wish I could be there for him, so I have to pass the baton onto you. I know it’s a lot to ask, but he’s got a long road ahead of him. Do you think you could do that for me, Phoenix?”

It was all his fault. He should’ve been paying more attention, he should’ve tried harder, he shouldn’t have said what he said. “Well, whatever you do, just remember. What happened in this trial can either make or break you as a prosecutor. In the end, it's up to you.”

“I-I’m so sorry Mr. Ed-Edgeworth…” he spoke to no one in particular. “I couldn’t keep my promise.”

i originally wrote this before playing aai2, but i think i did an alright job with portraying gregory. original notes: Of course, I’m sure Miles paid Phoenix a lot of money after his trial (unlike another childhood friend of his), but Phoenix could always do with a little extra, you’ve seen how broke he is. I also really wanted to write Gregory’s body language to match his sprites--nervously smiling while holding onto his hat, his half-bow, whatever seemed appropriate for what was happening between the two defense attorneys. I wasn’t going to include the part about “Miles Edgeworth chooses death,” before, but then my hands kinda just… kept going. Oops.
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