"How could you say something like that about Nick?! He'd never knowingly present something like that!"


"Don't say such mean things about Mr. Nick! He's a good man! He'd never do that, ever!"


"Wright, falsifying evidence? ...That's a lie. I know him. He must have been tricked... I'll wager my own badge on it."


"That's a lie, pal! Mr. Wright... he'd never do anything like that! Ever! If you knew him, you'd know that, too!"


"Phoenix Wright, a forger...? ...Foolishness. I know him. Whatever else that can be said about that fool... he is not that sort of man."


"That's scienti- well, not scientifically impossible, but it doesn't have to have been scientifically disproven for it to be impossible! I know Mr. Wright! He'd NEVER do that!"


"Trite, forging evidence...? Ha. You clearly know nothing of the man, if you'd think that Mia Fey's protégé would stoop so low."


"My, but this is distressing news to hear about a friend... Phoenix, a forger? I can scarcely believe it. And to think that in court against my own younger brother that the tragedy occurred..."


"That's...that's cheating, right...? NO WAY! Nick wouldn't ever lie! Ever cheat! Ever steal! He... he must have been framed! I would know! One time, everyone in our fourth grade class thought that he stole some kid's lunch money, but he didn't do it! It was really me!"


"...Well, that's that, I think."

The tired young reporter heaved a sigh as she watched the angry man in the tacky orange jacket - Laurice Deauxnim, he'd called himself - stomped away from the park benched that they'd rendezvoused at. Whether I'm talking to teenagers obsessed with the occult or prosecutors that used to be his bitterest enemies, I basically get the same reaction, she thought wearily. A firm denial that it could possibly be the truth and disappointment that anyone would ever believe it. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she continued thinking. Just... why? Evidence is everything in a court of law... and there's plenty of evidence that says that he did it.

"Hey, miss?"

The reporter looked up to see a teenager with oddly-styled brown staring right back at her. She noticed that his fists were clenched by his sides; in fact, his entire being seemed to be bursting with impatience. Looks like he wants to say something, the reporter thought drily. "Yeah?"

"Were... were you just asking people about Phoenix Wright?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah, I was." Her eyes narrowed. "And what would your mother say if she knew that you were eavesdropping, huh?"

He scowled. "I wouldn't know. I never met her."

The reporter winced. "Ugh... Sorry, kid. I didn't mean to -"

He shook his head. "It's fine! I'm fine! I just wanted to say something." He looked at her, a pleading look in his brown eyes.

"Sure," she responded, wincing again. If you'd just tone your voice down a little, please!

"Thanks. I just wanted to say this..."


"Phoenix Wright would never lie!"