Entry from the Author's Court Record: Hello out there. I'm writing this because I'm always wondering about the scars Miles Edgeworth carries, and how he masks them so carefully behind an eternally cool façade. I hope you're able to enjoy it!
Post Spirit of Justice, but no SoJ spoilers.
Headcanons say Phoenix refers to Clay as 'Mr Terran' out of tremendous respect and affection, along with everyone else.
My name is Phoenix Wright, and I'm a worry wart. But I have good reason to worry. I'm probably about to make the biggest mistake of my life, so who says I don't have the right to worry?
This has been a long time coming, the candles lighting up our office, the gentle scents of lavender and cedar wafting through the air. Lovingly composed lullabies played by the world's greatest minstrels, all coming from my cd player. With Pearl's help, I was able to find music that would be nothing short of perfect for the occasion. While music shopping was exciting, particularly since Pearl made anything and everything fun, I couldn't keep myself from being an overly nervous grump. Why, you ask?
Well, Chief, I asked Maya for a favor. And it's a favor she's more than happy to grant.
After all, she's still intent on paying him back for everything he did for her. Those cases, those nightmares, they all happened so long ago, but they're still fresh in her mind. Still new, still open, still able to be felt as though they were happening in the present. Wanting to rid him of his pain, his sorrow, Maya swore she wouldn't let anything stop her from repaying him. Pearl could have done it easily, but I knew just how badly Maya wanted to pay him back. Pearl knew just how badly she wanted to repay him. So, with my old friend at the top of her game, having mastered the sacred art of channeling, she decided she would jump right into what needed to be done.
What needed to be done, Chief?
I asked her to channel Gregory Edgeworth for him.
The spirits of men weren't easily channeled, as the studies of Spirit Mediums focused primarily on channeling women. But with Maya being able to channel anyone at any time (according to her own testimony), granting my favor and repaying Edgeworth would be a cinch. 'Leave it to me', she told me with a wink, then gave me a thumbs-up. I think she's been spending too much time around Larry.
'I'll make it so he can speak to his father as long as he wants to!'
She knows. She knows the pain of being separated from someone she loves fiercely. She was separated from you for the longest time, Mia, being unable to channel you while we were on the Yanni Yogi case. Maya knows, so that's why she wants to make everything all right.
She wants to put an end to pain he's been carrying around for so long, and so do I.
The kids are out. Trucy's putting on a very special show at the GYAXA Space Center, with our Polly's help. Pearl's one of the many excited faces in the audience. The shows Trucy puts on at the Space Center are tributes to a certain friend Apollo never should have been forced to lose, not very long ago. She's learning a lot about astrology these days, wanting her shows at the Space Center to be the very best they can be. Apollo told me 'she's cramming her head with stars. Watch out, Boss. One day she might join Clay on the moon'.
With the warmest smile I had seen on Apollo's face in months, I laughed. Heartily.
Athena's working on a case. Apollo and I offered our help, but over and over again, Athena brushed us off, promising she had everything under control. 'Just you leave it to me, Boss,' she told me, flashing her victory sign with a grin that lit up the cosmos. 'I'll get things done! And I'll be sure to uphold our agency's reputation! Don't you worry about me!'
So, with the kids occupied in their own corners of the universe, I was preparing myself to take a leap of faith. Either that, or a leap right into a chasm of darkness. Will Edgeworth hate me even more than he already does, or will I finally be able to see him smile?
A question that just won't leave me alone.
Why is that even now, I don't know what I'm doing? Mia, I'm completely lost with you!
"Earth to Nick! Earth to Nick! Still with me?"
With Maya Fey bopping him on the forehead with a fist, Phoenix Wright rushed back to the present. Sitting on the agency's sofa, immersed in a world of the softest scents, he found great relief in being a world he loved. A world he knew, held close to heart. He hadn't walked himself into traffic, being lost in his thoughts-something he almost managed to do, once.
Back to the present it was. There she was, the grand Lady Maya Fey, Master of Kurain's sacred art. Someone that had grown up exponentially in a matter of seconds, making him immeasurably proud in the process. No longer a giddy young girl but a giddy young lady, Maya had grown into someone magical, radiant, confident. And it was in his family's office she'd make a miracle happen.
Phoenix suggested she perform the channel back in Kurain Village, not at all wanting to be an inconvenience, especially with her recently becoming Master. But of course her thoughts were always on everyone else. "Chief Edgeworth might not want to come all the way out here," Maya indignantly told him over the phone, pouting in usual Maya style. "Let's keep it close to home! It'll be easier for him!"
So there they were, nestled inside the Wright Anything Agency's office, having completely transformed it into the most serene oasis. Candles aglow, scents bathing the world in grace, music as soft as the clouds above-only two pieces of the night were missing, and one piece was on his way there. "Sorry about that, Maya," Phoenix chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
"Guess I'm just trying to figure something out."
Maya's face lit up with curiosity. She had grown leaps and bounds, but still could look very much like a puppy. "Like what?"
"Like if I'm making the biggest mistake of my life. Couldn't I just give him a bouquet of flowers and be done with it?"
She sighed, never impressed with his half-hearted attempts to evade challenges. "As if, Nick," she grumbled, putting her hands on her hips. "If your problems could be solved that easily, you would've done that long ago. We wouldn't even be here! Besides, why do you think you're making a big mistake? Won't it be wonderful for Chief Edgeworth to see his father?"
"I don't know. I feel like you've just asked me 'wouldn't it be wonderful if Apollo could relive Mr Terran's funeral?'. It's like I'm leading Edgeworth into traffic, and he's about to get hit by a diesel truck."
"Some things never change, I guess," the Master of Spirit Mediums groaned, slumping her shoulders over. "You're becoming more of an old man, but you're still the same grumpy, pessimistic Nick I've always known." And with that, Phoenix threw one of the sofa's pillows at her.
"Excuse me for being such a big worry wart! Can you blame me, though? Just think about it, Maya. 'Good evening, Edgeworth, thanks for coming! Why are you here? Well, I'll tell you. Remember all of that pain and grief you've been carrying about your father? Well, it's your lucky night because I'm about to force you to face it! Just my way of telling you I love you'. Seriously? What kind of confession is that going to be? Especially with the place looking like a romantic Italian restaurant!"
Maya sighed, sadness erupting. "Don't be mean, Nick, I tried really hard to recreate our channeling chamber," she whimpered, throwing the pillow back at him. He caught it and returned it to its rightful place on the throne.
"I know, I know, and thank you, but Edgeworth's never been inside a channeling chamber before so as soon as he walks in here, he's definitely going to get the wrong idea."
"Don't worry! As soon as he walks in here, he'll see his father, the great Gregory Edgeworth!"
Despite a million butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, Phoenix couldn't help but smile at her. For eons Edgeworth held an intense grudge against defense attorneys and Spirit Mediums, the latter putting distance between himself and Maya. While they were good, strong friends, he initially couldn't find it in himself to disconnect her from the memory of her mother. But in the wake of a particularly emotional case, where she practically tied herself to the train track for him, he found himself smoothing out the grudge to where it became no more harmless than a butter knife. Recent testimony proved that his tolerance of Spirit Mediums had grown beautifully, with him even being curious about their craft. So those old wounds between the Chief Prosecutor and the young Spirit Medium? Ancient relics.
Maya planted a kiss on her old friend's cheek. "Oh, for once in your life, will you PLEASE just relax? It's gonna be fine! Chief Edgeworth's totally gonna love tonight, you'll see, and he'll be all over you once this is over! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get the guest of honor! The Chief will be here soon, so I've gotta get Papa in here!"
"Fabulous," Phoenix sighed, face as white as the moon. "I'll leave you to it. I'm afraid this might be the last time I see you, though. Well, you'll see me again, but as the victim of a new murder case."
Before beginning her descent into the spirit world, Maya took one of the pillows and hit her friend with it.