#1 – You Could Be Happy
Miles is sitting in his luxurious sofa, sipping his Earl Grey from an expensive china teacup, with his reading glasses perched atop his nose. If he does say so himself, he's as about as regal as he gets.
It's been how many years now – six, seven years? – since Miles last saw his retreating blue-suited back, shoulders hunched and shaking with restrained tears. The memory is vivid.
"I don't want to see you again, Wright." His words echoed sharply in his head and he clenched his fist. "I'll say it now and I'll say it again, Wright. Don't ever show your face to me again." And as he watched Phoenix's horror-stricken face pale and his tears start rolling down his cheeks, a gripping sadistic glee surged within him – it was only just that Wright hated him for all those things he had said, the words unspoken, and the emotions never shown. He finally fulfilled the atonement that was over fifteen years late – fifteen years worth of unwritten responses to letters, and ignored phone calls.
Besides, Wright seemed happy with his daughter. She was his life now, and he had no right to take away her father from her.
But even so, he knew he was lying to himself. He was making up excuses just so he could have a reason to continuously punish himself of crimes he was afraid had caused the both of them to be hopelessly broken men, with unmended wounds and scars that would never heal.
Or so he thinks.
In the darkness, the shrill sound of the Steel Samurai ringtone rang out and he quickly shot out a hand to his bedside table to attempt to silence it. He didn't even have time to look at the screen to check who was calling, so he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
There was silence for a little while before the other person on the opposite end of the line cleared his throat nervously. "Wright?"
He stopped momentarily. "…Edgeworth?"
Phoenix blinked before he allowed himself an easy smile, and sat himself upright. "Hey."