Denial
"You can't be him," a voice spoke up from the defendant stand. "You can't be… my…" Miles trailed off then glared at him. "You're not him."
Gregory sighed. "I understand why you would think that. But trust me when I say I am."
Manfred snapped his fingers impatiently. "End this ricidulous little family drama already."
Amazingly enough, no one paid attention to him.
For a second an unsure look darted across Miles' face, only to harden into his usual cold composure. "Prove it."
"Alright then, I'll submit evidence." He grinned in a way instantly recognizable by Miles. "Or rather, present testimony. When you were nine, you told me you wanted to-"
"Stop. I believe you." Miles paused, his eyes shifting away. "But how…?"
"Spirit medium," Gregory replied calmly, as if coming back from the dead was a regular occurrence.
"I see." Miles clutched the sides of the defendant booth for support, his hands whitened and trembling.
A fact which didn't go unnoticed by the Judge. "Is the defendant alright?"
"…give me a moment, I've just had my convictions shaken."
