(Post Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies! Apollo tried to hide his broken heart, but failed-and now his life's hanging in the balance! Join Phoenix, Trucy and the other Justice Rescuers as they race against time, space and even the Phantom for Apollo's life!

Klavier makes his own descent into darkness, and receives a surprise visitor!)

"We're almost done, though! We're soooo much closer to saving Polly!"

Athena smiles at Trucy, with all of the fondness her heart carries. Widget takes on a bright shade of blue, chirping like a bird. "You really love Apollo, don't you?" she asks softly, eyes twinkling with the light of the falling stars. Trucy turns to her and nods passionately.

"Sure do! Just like you and Daddy, Polly means everything to me! Can't wait to get home and see him wake up, so we can tell him all about our adventure!"

*sternschnuppe: shooting star

*du hurensohn: son of a bitch

*fotze: Starts with a 'c'.

*Fick dich: fuck you

*mein lieb: my beloved


"You have my word, *sternschnuppe. We will save him, at any cost. I will surrender myself to the Phantom in exchange for Herr Forehead's safe return, if need be."

"Naaaw, don't do that! Apollo loves you, Prosecutor Gavin! You've gotta get back and take him on dates and serenade him and stuff like that! He'd be sad if his one true love sacrificed himself!"

In a world not too far from Trucy's, Klavier went to sleep.

Like a child clutching a teddy bear, he held onto Clay's words and closed his eyes. After a long, exhausting day of traveling through Apollo's past, Klavier and his fellow squad mates pursued sleep. Visions of a young, future attorney's past danced through their heads, replacing Christmas cheer. And with fond thoughts of a comatose Apollo, they soon succumbed to sleep.

Apollo's promise to Clay is in safe hands. Never wanting such a precious plaything to fall out of sight, the members of the squad agreed to take turns holding Mr. Starpuff. Tucked underneath Robin's arms, the smiling star soared through a world all its own. And outside their windows, stars continue to brush against a snowy white landscape. The blizzard that threatened to interfere with their mission had also come to a halt.

Thanks to the world's most divine starlight.

Klavier, Phoenix, Miles and Robin are waiting on the others to complete their mission. Two days remain before the Lumina Mountains are blessed with divine star shards. But instead of waiting around, Klavier's half of the squad agreed to learn everything they could about Apollo's past. Not only of his time at the orphanage, but of his school days too. While it was dangerously close to Christmas break, they were lucky enough to come into contact with a few of Apollo's old teachers. People that were incredibly fond of the young man.

The teachers they spoke with loved Apollo as if he belonged to their family, even with him being one of their quietest students. He had a few friends, but frequently kept to just Clay. One teacher commented on how Apollo only needed to 'water him'. Phoenix and the others smiled as they learned of how Apollo was suspended on one occasion, defending Clay from a band of bullies. 'Pummeled them like mad, he did,' that particular teacher said, nodding with a smile of his own.

'Never stopped. We had to pull th' young 'un off 'em! Apollo wasn't too thrilled, knowin' them kids had messed with someone so kind and gentle.'

'But sir,' Robin said, her face wreathed in confusion. 'Why was Apollo suspended? All he did was defend his best friend! Shouldn't they have gotten in trouble instead?'

'Sorry, missie, but I'm afraid they slid under the radar. Y'see, Mr. Terran denied everything. Said those kids never even touched 'im. Just tripped over some rocks, he said. I suspect it was out of a desire to protect Apollo, just as Apollo protected him.'

'I see,' Miles put in, rubbing his chin. While the Prosecutor had taken to referring to Apollo by first name, out of affection, his affection for Clay came through the usage of 'Mr. Terran'.

'A band of brigands like that…their creed would've compelled them to take revenge on Apollo. Or perhaps they would've attacked Mr. Terran again. In either case, Mr. Terran did not see fit to cast Apollo into another perilous situation.'

'I reckon you're right, Mr. Fancy Pants, considering how close those young men were.'

Phoenix spoke next, rubbing his chin. 'And without evidence to prove they were Clay's attackers, Apollo was at a loss. Hm. Perhaps that episode helped him decide his career.'

'Now that you mention it, …Apollo did join the debate team afterwards. Was very good at it too. Never let up on those opponents of his! With that loud voice of his, and his incredible observation skills, he won the school several trophies!'

'I can imagine that happening,' Prosecutor Gavin chuckled. 'Herr Forehead was always such an incredible force in the courtroom.'

'Which is why I hope to have a battle of wits with him someday,' Prosecutor Edgeworth said, smiling like a cat with a canary.

Meanwhile, Phoenix Wright swore to kill his son.

Learning all about his suspension, the debate team, and how much his teachers adored him, made the veteran lawyer realize just how much Apollo hid. And that was infuriating.

But only for a moment.

Phoenix swore to let his son know it was all right to open up. About everything.

Because there was so much to learn.

While the others sleep, Klavier awakens in a world without light.

The stars, Clay's stars, are missing. The world is also devoid of brilliant, fluffy snow.

He knows nothing of where he is. Only the cold feels familiar, as it returns him to his younger days. He calls out familiar names but never receives an answer. His skin, and the clothes about his skin, feel all too real, but he's nowhere near the hotel room he shares with Robin. Everything's familiar, but at the same time, it all feels foreign. Icy.

Fear shoots through him like an arrow.

This must be the same thing. it must be! Somehow, I ended up in the same dimension Herr Wright ended up in, just a short while ago, with-

"You're here! About time, Prosecutor Gavin!"

Klavier whirls around, with his heart racing at the speed of light. For a moment, happiness knows no bounds. His heart swells with unimaginable joy, because the one he has longed to see for an eternity is right there. But then he remembers Phoenix's recent dream. His recent visit with-

"What do you think you are doing, you *du hurensohn? I know you are not my Apollo. You are nothing but a wraith lurking in the shadows!"

The figure with Apollo's body and voice approaches him, beaming. When he speaks, his voice is not solely that of Apollo's. The figure speaks with two voices, the other being an emotionless, much darker one. The figure outstretches his arms, glowing as though the world's at peace.

"You presume too much. How do you I'm yours, Prosecutor?"

Klavier smiles. "Simple. The angel from above told me so."

Apollo's voice ebbs out of the figure's being, and so does the attorney's body. A black shadow is being left behind in the wake of a transformation. "You're an interesting character," the wraith chuckles.

"I came to you, hoping to bring you with me, but you've wandered off. All on your own. For shame, Klavier, for shame."

Klavier's eyes and smile are poisonous ice. "For shame, *fotze. Now you're imitating mein bruder. I don't know where you get off, thinking you can do what you like, but let me assure you: your fun will soon come to an end."

"You're really no different from me, Prosecutor Gavin," the figure retaliates. Apollo's likeness vanishes, and is quickly replaced by that of Kristoph Gavin's. Bearing witness to the transformation, Klavier bristles, grimacing as if the wraith has wrenched his heart out.

"You walk among the light, acting as if you're worthy of it, but you really have been drawn into the darkness. Let's reflect, shall we? For a moment in time, you were…shall I say, jealous of the angel you just spoke of."

The rock star Prosecutor bows his head. He says nothing for a moment, desperately trying to ignore the wraith's similarities to his brother, then presses on.

"True. You got me there. I was envious. But there's the key word, mein freund: was. Those feelings dwell within me no longer!"

The wraith laughs, but it is not the laugh of a lifeless being. It is the laugh of an imprisoned ex-lawyer. The laugh of an elegant, refined, bloodthirsty murderer.

"You despised him. You loathed him for stealing your last chance at happiness. And you claim to care for him?"

Klavier's voice cracks, but remains as strong as thunder. When he speaks, he feels as though he's pulling a blade from his chest-and as a result, a gaping, bleeding wound is emerging. But he continues to pull, no longer wanting the blade to remain where it is.

"Once again, past tense! It is true I once hated him, feared him for taking away the only love I've ever had, but no more! I do not feel that way any longer! I have found my way into the light. Don't draw me into your darkness because you cannot find your way out, Kristoph!"

The figure before him grins, and continues to speak with Kristoph's voice. "I mean you no harm, my pet," it says, walking towards the Prosecutor.

"All I ever mean to do is point out the truth. You claim those feelings are gone, but when will they return? They were born in that heart of yours, after all. You carry the same darkness I do."

"I do not! *Fick dich, you son of a bitch! Do not come any closer!"

"Why? I know that, more than anything, you miss me. And only me."

"That's not true! Stop this at once!"

Kristoph chuckles. "It is, *mein lieb. Otherwise, you wouldn't have allowed me to get so close to you. Now, if you'd only stop being so coy, we could return to the way things were. You could leave behind everything and come back home. With me. Is that not what you've always wanted, Klavier? I know it is. I know you better than anyone ever will. Including your precious Apollo."

Klavier staggers back, but does nothing once his brother's arms envelop his waist. He does nothing as his brother caresses his back, smiling as though all is right, and nothing will ever be wrong again.

Kristoph's right. Klavier did miss him. He did want them to go home. He wanted every last bit of their lives back. He wanted his brother's smile, his approval, the sound of his voice, and only his voice, ringing throughout their halls. Klavier wanted to return to a world that accepted him, filled with the warmth of his brother's eyes. But there it was again.

Past tense.

Klavier grins, hearing a voice call out to him. He breaks out of the figure's grasp, beaming from ear to ear.

"Sorry, Herr Phantom, but I do believe someone's calling me."

He awakens in Robin's arms, smiling.

He cries in those arms softly, letting everything out for the very first time.