Often in the slip of conversation Phoenix found that his friends same question of 'when'. However he had not known that from each person asked he found the inconsistency in his recollection of heart.
When Maya asked smirking and leaning into his reddening face, he had explained it was in the long ago days of childhood, blanketed with warm smiles and laughter.
The telephone call that soon came after was from Larry. Larry's wailing, due to the instability of girlfriends and relationships, had coaxed his best friend to say that his was from the special day he had been saved in the ostracising mock trial.
Cuddled in the arms of her father, Trucy heard the romanticised version of the other comfort he had received in the weeks of his lost badge. She had already been another witness but her smile was as if it was all fresh news.
The introduction had Apollo quick to ask but the defence attorney offered a simple laugh. Surely Apollo, admirer of Phoenix Wright, had knowledge of the court room antics across the adversary benches.
Conversing with Detective Gumshoe resurfaced the Christmas period they would (could) never forget.
Explanation of his return to the legal world had implicitly told Athena the amount of influence the Chief Prosecutor had.
A disappointed Pearl needed explanation. She was all too adament and pried further as he stuttered in the details of their first awkward date. Romantic gifts, expressions, and all things red were asked to be known by the young medium.
Franziska's demands for why her brother was a fool once more, had him blurting the contents of so many letters sent to the country of her birth. The lashings he still received after were unsurprising yet he would have feared her if she had held back.
An unexpected visit from Iris had her assured it was long after their time at college.
Thankfully he could leave silence between him and the blond sat behind the glass but he remembered that he had told him once. He had revealed the times he had exposed the prosecutor's lies to bear the truth. Really, it had been his way of keeping the indirectness towards Kristoph Gavin.
To the media it was September 7th: the first day of standing alone in trial.
But when Miles Edgeworth asked, he found himself lost in the measurements of time. Definition of when and how were gone. All he knew was the same mixed emotions that flushed here and there, always seemed to have some tie to Miles Edgeworth.