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Chapter ?: Revelations

On the morning of December 12th a letter arrived at the Wright Anything Agency. As it was the 11th anniversary of her husband's death Athena Cykes was not in the office when it arrived. She always visited the grave that morning and talked to her dead husband to tell him about the previous year. Phoenix Wright had gone the day before, he knew Athena wanted to be alone when she went on the day of. So when the letter from the prosecutor's office arrived with the simple address To the People of the Wright Anything Agency, Wright was the first to open it. What he found brought him back to painful memories. The letter read as follows.

Dear Mr. Phoenix Wright and Ms. Athena Cykes,

I send this letter to you today of all days as I am certain it holds much significance to you as well as I. I ask you to remember a specific case which would have started exactly 11 years ago today. A man was poisoned in that case of which I speak and for it his ten year old son was accused and sent to prison for life. That man, was named Apollo Justice. The RO-3 case was a source of pain for many people including, as you may have guessed by now, myself. As you may now have figured out my identity which I have kept hidden until now, I would like to invite both of you to visit me in my office, number 1205, at the prosecutors office on this important day. We have much to discuss.

Yours truly,

Godot

Phoenix showed Athena the letter when she returned from the graveyard. He watched her tensely read its contents as a tear welled up in her eye. When she finally finished they were streaming down her face in droves. She, just as Phoenix had, now realized exactly who the mysterious prosecutor who called himself Godot really was.

"Come on Athena." he said. "Let's go meet him. It's time."

….

The door to his office opened at 12:15 AM. When he saw who it was he couldn't say he was surprised but, nor could he say he was happy.

"I see you've received my letter" he began "please have a seat both of you." he gestured to the seats that were facing his desk which he'd set up for this exact meeting. He could tell that Athena had been crying until only recently. Had she steeled herself just to meet him? He moved his hand which, like usual was chained to the desk with a thick iron shackle, to press a button on his intercom system. "Please permit no one to enter office number 1205." he said into it. He then turned to his visitors.

"I… is it really you?" Athena asked the young masked man, her voice quivering.

"Yes" he said bluntly "it's been a long time….. Mother." he was holding back his own tears as he reached up toward his face. He then took a breath and after a moment's hesitation, removed his mask for the first time since he'd begun his prosecutorial career. He looked his mother in the eyes for the first time in 10 years. He had the same piercing blue eyes as his mother. As he placed the mask on the table between himself and the two defense attorneys he and Phoenix briefly held a painful and uncomfortable glance.

"Perseus" his mother said "y-youve grown so much….. I-I couldn't tell…. The mask." she looked like she was in pure shock. It wasn't like she hadn't already realized who he was it probably had more to do with the fact that she was looking her son in the eye for the first time in a decade and she didn't know who he was. She hadn't been able to visit him in prison and even if she had Godot wasn't sure he would have accepted it.

"My name is not Perseus anymore mother. Perseus died long ago….. When he was a ten year old boy serving a life sentence for murder." he knew the statement was cold but, to him it was the truth. Mr. Armando had told him before his untimely death that when he started serving in court the name Godot would be passed on to him, the blind prosecutor's protege.

"Don't do this to me please." Athena said. The tears were coming back and as they streamed down her face she started to see the same thing happening to her son. The two of them cried together for about 5 minutes. They were collectively mourning the loss of not just Godot's father Apollo but, also the young Perseus Justice. Once they were done Wright interjected.

"Look I hate to interrupt the reunion but I have some of my own questions." he said.

"Ah and you Trite." Godot addressed him. "The man who failed me all those years ago. You know I tried so hard to forgive you but, no matter how hard I try I don't think it will ever happen." he said. Phoenix always had flashbacks whenever he called him Trite. Flashbacks to the original Godot, Diego Armando.

"Look I know I failed you Perse and I don't expect you to forgive me for that but, I need to know what made you this way." Phoenix Wright looked over at Athena.

"Please tell us…. I need to meet the son I lost all those years ago." she said to him. When his mother asked Godot finally cracked. Maybe it was the blood but, he just couldn't refuse the request.

"Alright." he said. "God where to start the story. I guess the easiest place would be my home for 8 years, juvie." Godot began to recount the story of his life until the current day. He told them about how the kids in juvie savagely abused him for the first 5 years. The shrinks had originally assumed he was criminally insane. After all what 10 year old murders their dad with poison. When they found nothing they were dumbfounded but, it wasn't grounds enough for his release. "The beginning of my sixth year in juvie is when everything changed. It was that year when I met Mr. Armando."

"SO YOU DID MEET THE ORIGINAL GODOT!" Phoenix yelled at him.

"Of course I did Trite, if I hadn't met the old codger I wouldn't be who I am today. I'd still be that sniveling little runt, Perseus Justice. It was Mr. Armando who taught me how to stand up for myself, how to accept my situation, and showed me the way. He helped the boy become the man. In other words, he effectively took over as my father after dad died." It felt good for Godot to vent the truth finally. No one knew his story, not even his uncle who'd experienced the same exact thing he was now. "Mr. Armando didn't tell me about Godot until long after he started teaching me to practice law. If you want to know how he was able to teach me and get me a legitimate degree from prison… I have no clue. The fact is he did, and two years into my training he told me about Godot. He told me that once I passed the BAR his work would be done and he could pass on his mask and his title to me. He always said that Godot was the identity of a prosecutor who had been consumed by the rage created by circumstance."

"That sounds just like him." Phoenix mused with a smirk on his face, reminiscing about his duels with the original Godot years and years ago.

"Then of course is when misfortune struck as it always has with me." Godot said to them. "Mr. Armando's sentence had been coming down the pipe for a while. We both knew it was only and matter of time but, I was devastated nonetheless. This man was practically my father you have to understand. It was like RO-3 all over again. After his death I permanently bleached my hair white and donned the mask that he had left to me in his will. I was so close but, there was the problem of two years of legal training that I still needed to finally become a prosecutor. I needed a new mentor."

"How did you do it then? Who was left to teach you?" his mother asked him. She genuinely had no idea.

"Mother do you forget my godfather that easily? Because I certainly did not. And I was greatful he hadn't forgotten me. My new mentor Simon Blackquill helped me finish my training and pass the BAR from prison, just like he had. He has been my closest confidante in the past 2 years. In fact until now he was the only person outside of prison that knew my former identity."

"If you've put so much effort into keeping your past hidden, especially from us, then why summon us here and explain it all?" Wright asked the man.

"I was just getting to that Trite." the young man said cooly. "As you may know, lately prison populations are through the roof."

"Of course." Wright said "it's been getting worse and worse every year."

"Well then I'm sure a man like yourself can make the necessary logical jumps." Godot replied.

"I don't get it." Athena said "what do prison populations have to do with you? Your sentence was life in prison. They went easy on you because you were young." a perplexed look was on his mother's face but, Trite had already figured it out.

"They changed your sentence in accordance with the rising prison populations didn't they?" he said.

"You're right on the money Trite, as of last Friday I am officially being put to death for my supposed patricide in three weeks time." Godot finally had it out there. The real reason he had called the two attorneys to his office. "In short…"

"You want us to secure a retrial don't you?" Wright finished for him. Godot noticed his mother was crying again. He couldn't blame her. How would he have felt if his only son whom he'd been separated from for years told him he was being put to death? Godot imagined that he'd have had a similar reaction.

"You're being put to death?!" Athena yelled at her son. "Perseus I'm so sorry…. I'm sorry I… we couldn't…"

"I never blamed you for what happened to me mother. It was never your fault." that was true, Godot never had held his mother accountable for his mistrial. In his mind it had always been the fault of two men whom he'd held a grudge against for 10, long, years. "you Trite and prosecutor Edgeworth. It was your fault. It always has been and it always will be your fault. I'm offering you a chance for redemption in the RO-3 case. Get me my retrial and all will be forgiven."

"I can try but, who would stand as your attorney? Your mother isn't legally allowed, I'm certain you don't want me doing it after last time….. I can't imagine another lawyer on the planet who'd take on a retrial as hopeless as RO-3." Wright had genuine concern for him in his voice. Godot however had already prepared an attorney. This attorney knew the facts of the case better than anyone else.

"Well Trite I've actually already prepared an attorney." Godot told him.

"Who?!" Wright couldn't believe someone had already taken the case.

"well it's quite simple actually" Godot explained never dropping his cool demeanor. "I'll be representing myself in the RO-3 retrial."

"Are you out of you mind?!" Phoenix yelled at him. "You have no experience as a defense attorney whatsoever!"

"Don't try to talk me out of this Trite!" he said angrily. "I've already decided, now will you get me my retrial or will I have to have you forcibly ejected from my office?"

"Are you really sure this is what you want?" Athena asked her son quietly.

"Yes mother. It's the only way to right the wrongs. Both done to me and to dad." for some reason he felt compelled to say dad but, not mom. Perhaps it had something to do with the loss of his father at such a young age.

"Alright" she replied "I respect your decision."

"Athena you can't be serious." Wright interjected "Him going up against Edgeworth? It's quite literally suicide!" he yelled.

"Come on Phoenix let's get on investigating for that retrial." Athena said with a renewed sense of purpose and vigor. She turned to her son before leaving the office. "You'd better make good use of this…. I don't think I could take losing you again." she told him a somber look in her bright blue eyes. Godot's piercing blue eyed gaze returned the sentiment to his mother. As the door closed Athena noticed her son putting the mask on the desk back over his eyes, and just like that her son disappeared