Corvin held it together long enough to visit Ema in the hospital later that evening. He really had wanted to avoid seeing familiar faces; Lana was sleeping on a chair in the corner, and Miles had a laptop on his lap and paperwork on the floor next to him. He looked up and swept his silver bangs out of his eyes when Corvin softly knocked on the door frame. A dark look swept briefly over Miles features as Corvin looked away from him to Ema sleeping peacefully on the sterile hospital bed.

"I don't want to interrupt. I can-" Corvin started as he glanced over at Lana's sleeping figure.

"No, you should be here." Miles stated flatly as he gathered his paperwork and laptop.

"Um, how is she doing?" Corvin found a pen on the side table and picked it up and flipped it nervously with his fingers.

"The doctor says she can leave tomorrow. Her shoulder was out of place and she's pretty bruised up." Miles had walked up beside Corvin, and was looking back at Ema who was now restless. "She's been sleeping pretty restlessly even though shes sedated."

Corvin took a deep breath. "I don't know if I can be here..." Flashes of Ema's terrified face in the cross hairs of his scope flooded his memory.

Miles grabbed his arm and Corvin gave him a look of surprise.

"You are staying whether you like it or not." Miles's steely gray eyes were full of anger. "Why weren't you here earlier?"

"I-I had obligations at the -"

"Don't bullshit me Corvin." Miles pointed at the bed where Ema was sleeping. "You're girlfriend is in the hospital and you're gonna tell me that you didn't drop everything to be here?"

"I did, Miles." Corvin looked Miles squarely in the eye. "Unfortunately the French government frowns upon people just walking out of their jobs."

"I know about you Corvin, and I will expose who you really are!" With that Miles walked out of the room.

Corvin squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists to calm his anger. His eyes flew open at the sound of Ema's moaning. He watched her fidget, then settle again. Lana also turned in her sleep. Corvin slowly walked over to the bed, when something under the chair that Miles had been sitting in, caught his eye. He knelt and leaned close to the chair. His eyes widened as big as saucers when he saw his mugshot on the piece of paper. He snatched it as he heard Ema moaning again, and shoved it in his pocket. Corvin stood up and saw her shaking her head back and forth. Then she suddenly sat up, his name on her lips. He put a shaky hand on her good shoulder and she gave him an empty look.

"Ema," He said softly. "You're in the hospital. You are safe."

"I-I...Hospital..." Her voice cracked and she hissed as she tried to embrace him, the realization of her shoulder held her back. Tears formed in her eyes and he took her in his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder. "Corvin, please tell me you were no where near our crime scenes today. Please tell me that I'm just going crazy and my dreams aren't real."

The words stung Corvin and he tensed. "No, baby, I was no where near there today."

"Thank you." She choked out. They held each other until a nurse came in and told them visiting hours were over.

* ** ***

Corvin had driven for several hours before he realized he was in a part of France he wasn't familiar with. He also realized that he had no clue how he had gotten there; he remembered getting in his car at the hospital and trying to get a hold of Nikita, but after that, everything was fuzzy. He pulled off of the two lane road he had chosen and onto a dark country road. He stopped and killed the engine. Rain pelted his face as he stepped out of the car and let out all of his rage and sadness and confusion in one long scream. Lungs burning, and teary eyed, he fell to his knees in the mud and held his head in his hands. Images of Ema in the cross hairs of his gun flashed before his eyes again along with his mothers begging expression and his sister's scared faces, all alternating in some sort of surreal sideshow in his brain.

"Corvin!?" Was that his mother? No, she was dead. The voice was achingly familiar.

"Corvin, what are you doing here?" Corvin lifted his head and looked up into the sympathetic eyes of his older sister.

"How did you find me?" He asked flatly.

"The GPS on your phone is linked to mine." She had an umbrella in one hand that she held over both of them, and her other reached out to touch her little brother.

"Don't you dare touch me!" He growled. "I'm tired of you and Konstantin. You and your constant control over everything. And Konstantin, always watching us. Why? To cover up my foolish mistake of protecting you and Nadja from our father? I'm tired of killing, I'm tired of hiding, I'm tired of living a lie." He buried his head in his hands.

A sudden realization came over Nikita as she gasped. 'Corvin thinks he killed our father,' She thought. 'When it was Konstantin who pulled the trigger...Konstantin was the one who was in the bedroom that night, not father...' She shivered and realized that Konstantin had somehow brainwashed his own kin. Nikita questioned her own sanity as she hesitantly held out her hand to touch Corvin's back. He flinched, but didn't brush her off. She knelt beside him and spoke softly into his ear.

"Corvin, Corvin listen to me," Her phone interrupted her train of thought as she dug into her pocket to answer it.

"Nikita, where are you? Your signal is weak. You must get back to Paris." Konstantin's voice was soothing, but Nikita started to protest as she stood up.

"No, I must do something, there is trouble-"

"Nikita, listen to me carefully," His voice was firmer now and Nikita suddenly drew a blank as to where she was. "Nikita, you must get back to Paris. You must find Corvin, and you must have him call me."

"Corvin is right here." Nikita handed the phone to Corvin who stood up.

"Konstantin, I'm tired of the crap-" Corvin started, but the soothing voice stopped him.

"Corvin, listen to me carefully, you must go back to Paris and you must fulfill your last assignment. Miles Edgeworth knows too much. You must also be weary of your friends, Klavier Gavin and Daryan Crescend. If they pose too much of a threat, kill them as well."

"Yes sir." Corvin responded. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that everything was wrong and that he should throw the phone. But there was a numbing comfort in the voice on the other line, and it seemed easier to go along with whatever his uncle said.

"Good, boy. Everybody will soon know that you were the one that pulled that trigger on your father, not I. Everyone will soon know that your father was the one in the bedroom that night with your sisters not I. No one is left that knows the truth, except you and Nikita, and I need you two alive to do my dirty work for me. Which ever one of you that snaps first and kills the other, will have their hands clean and minds free of guilt. Do you understand, Corvin?" Corvin gave a noise of understanding and handed the phone over to his sister. Konstantin repeated his orders to Nikita, giving her a time and place for all of this to take place. She snapped the phone shut and they took off back towards Paris.