Wright Anything Agency

September 6 3:00 p.m.

Daylight was leaving its former self shine whatever left it had to offer. The earth's impending shadow approached the horizon, combating its alter ego in dominance of the sky. The purple shadow along with the orange tinge in the sky signalled the oncoming change of the season. Phoenix and Maya searched for Athena for a certain time. Still no sign of the yellow defense attorney nearby. The spirit medium and blue defense attorney returned to the Agency to recuperate.

"Have you found her yet?"

"No…"

"I tried calling her, but she's not picking up."

"I don't think she will pick up, Nick. She was emotionally hurt."

"I know, but… I did it for what's best for her. I was afraid this would happen." Phoenix paused briefly. "It would cause so much more pain than leaving it be."

"I know, Nick. I don't disagree with you."

The spirit medium pulled on Phoenix's sleeve.

"Don't be too worried about her, Nick. Athena is a strong girl. I know it!" Maya smiled.

"I know she is. She is tough. I have seen her in court numerous times." Phoenix boasted. "It's something like this I worried for, Maya... Surely enough, a case can pass by with a Not Guilty verdict, but something like this is complex."

Phoenix sighed. "Maybe we should wait for her tomorrow at the office. I'll try to explain to her properly then."

"I sure hope she's okay." Maya spoke lowly.

"Me too…" Phoenix muttered. 'I don't know if I made the right choice… But something in my heart tells me otherwise.'

Athena's Apartment

September 6 4:00 p.m.

The tears flowed. Unending. Unceasing.

'WHY WON'T HE LET ME SPEAK WITH HER?! HE'S SO SELFISH!'

Athena grumbled and screamed into her pillow. The fabric dampened with the rain of her eyes. Her face burned as the emotion rushed from her face to her core. The pent up emotion from rejection that her boss forced onto the attorney made the already emotionally unstable Athena into a melting pot of burden. Her phone vibrated violently as she kept receiving incoming calls from her boss, but she ignored them, tucking it under the lacrimal pillow.

Her apartment suffered as much as she did. Many things were overturned from her pent up rage. She desperately yearned to speak with her mother, at least see her face one more time. There was so much for Athena to say to her. She wished to apologize for believing her mother only abused her and made her suffer for wearing those giant clunky headphones. They were only for her protection and muffle the terrible ear wrenching sounds that Athena could only take so much from people's hearts. Whether it'd be sadness or anger.

'Mr. Wright would believe his client until the bitter end. Why not me?'

The attorney desired to at least see the visage that complimented her. The mere sight of Metis Cykes would probably add more joy to her completed goals. To tell her that she overcame her fears. To tell her she became something; a lawyer, practicing alongside with the most experience turnabout attorney, Phoenix Wright, and the dynamic, quirkily smug but talented, Apollo, with her special ability of psychological analysis. And that the very gift, the fragment of her love she gave to her before passing; the earring, managed to be the final piece of evidence to take down her murderer. To tell her she has friends and people now behind her besides Junie who suffered similarly. To tell her that Simon was a free man, who abided and protected her to the bitter end, even risking his own life to exile and eventual execution just to ensure that she wouldn't end up in his fate. Finally, to tell her how much she loved her, as a mentor, a guardian, her precious mother.

However, all that flushed away to the sea of distant memory. To be casted away but nothing more than a mere suggestion. A figment of thought because her boss believed that she would grow this need or dependence on her mother.

Athena lifted her head from the sorrow pillow, another thought swiftly popping into her thoughts. 'Maybe he is right?'

The chance to bring her back would not only channel happiness, but pain. The reminder that she was gone. To mock her in the form of Maya Fey returned Metis Cykes. Reminding her that the one she had stricken from her heart at certain times, refilled with the bounty of guilt over head. Her arguments quarreled non stop inside her head. The dizziness and delirium of pros and cons along with guilt and anger seeped deeply into her mind.

Her eyes darted towards her phone, removing it from under the fabric of clothing. Her hands swerved by her contacts. She had to gain some sort of solace, comfort that someone could offer.

Her fingers stopped at Apollo. 'No… He's too sick. Plus, I would just annoy him more…'

The travel continued. Junie. 'She's too far away…A climb up the mountain in the middle of the day is not exactly a good idea.'

The names glided up the screen. Phoenix Wright. "..."

A part of her wanted to apologize. Another part still burning with anger. As much as she released herself towards her boss, it was now the opposite. Perhaps something that added more tension to the fray. Athena was used to expressing herself to Phoenix, easily, even able to cry in front of him after everything is all over. But not today, he and her own emotions, caused such a dilemma in the first place. It would take some time before that new wound would heal.

Her finger flicked the screen upward, cascading down the contacts once more. Her eyes glanced at one contact. Her digit stopped at probably one of the last people she thought would actually comfort her, but he held a much deeper meaning behind his intentions. Perhaps a better understanding of the situation more than anyone else in her shoes.

'Simon Blackquill.'

Athena was despairing, but just brave enough to approach him. He too, held a strong bond between Metis as well as his sister.

'Perhaps, he would share a similar standpoint as me! Maybe he wants to see her too!'

Athena quickly dialed the samurai prosecutor. A glimmer of shame did befall her during the hums of the phone call. She would approach Blackquill later, but if he did agree with her, she would be tag teaming Phoenix and his girlfriend for a forced spirit channeling just to see her mother. It's a feeling that made her question the call itself. Before she second thought of hanging up, a voice answered.

"Athena?" The voice was assertive, but low in tone.

"Simon?" Athena hesitated at first. Her finger was near the disconnect button.

"Athena. I know you normally do not call for small banter. Has something happened?" The prosecutor bluntly assessed.

"N-No. I just wanted to talk to you."

"Hmph. You are a terrible liar. Wright-dono's quirks are rubbing off on you terribly." The samurai replied bleakly. "I have to further mention that you do sound somber."

"Is it that obvious?" Athena squeezed, as well as the phone in her hand.

"Clearer than you suspect, Athena…"

'I should've expected much.'

"Are you too busy? Can I come see you?" Athena awaited for the samurai's answer.

There was a minor pause in the line. Athena readied herself for being pushed away even further.

"I see why not. If you wish to see me, I will be located at Cosmos Space Center." Blackquill reinforced.

Athena pondered before replying, "Wait. Why are you at Cosmos?"

"My dearest sister is to return shortly to the robotics laboratory. Her sentence is almost at an end, thanks to you and Wright-dono, no less." Blackquill slurred compassion in some words. Some words.

She winced, the mentioning of her boss's name brought a tug of joy, but a reminder of dread. That trial did prove Aura took Trucy as well as other visitors of Cosmos Space Center just to have Simon's acquittal, with intention of harming them if the UR-1 retrial did not take place, believing that the "little princess", Athena, killed Metis, not Simon. However, the judge, as well as the help of Edgeworth managed to decrease the sentence time a mere fraction of what she was intentionally supposed to receive. The trial was amazing. Athena and her mentor duking it out on the courtroom floor. Simon Blackquill was actually prosecutor, in reluctance to Aura who feared her brother would actually sentence her to the death penalty, as cruel as he is. But of course, Wright and Athena managed to beat the swordman in a game of wits, not blades. However, Phoenix's hair tends to disagree.

Athena cleared her throat. "That's great! Okay! I'll see you then, Simon." Athena gleamed happily.

"I will be awaiting for your arrival, Athena."

The call disconnected. She fixed herself. Wiping the residue of dried tears from her eyes. She fixed her dress shirt, which crumpled horridly from her tantrum and placed her yellow blazer back on. The red hair was pulled away from her face as she twisted the knob of her apartment door. The attorney paused before turning her back to her apartment, still in shambles.

'I'll clean it later!'

The yellow attorney shook her head before galloping to her destination.