You'd assume, being a prosecutor, that one would get used to the atmosphere of a prison. Perhaps many do. Miles, however, doubted he ever could. Not when he knew that there were so many stories confined in its walls, many of them probably stories of injustice. It made him nauseous to think that he was so close to being in one of these himself.

If Phoenix Wright hadn't intervened.

Waiting in a private visiting room, he couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed on the ground. He couldn't deny it- he was nervous to meet the man. They hadn't really met each other before, but both unknowingly played a part in each other's story, therefore it sort of felt like it was overdue.

The door on the other side of the glass finally clicked and opened. Miles looked up to see Diego Armando enter, clad in the black and white striped prison uniform with his head still held high. He was wearing his infamous visor, which he couldn't help but feel relieved at. It was a special request from him that he be permitted to wear it during the visit, although he wasn't sure if they would grant it. At least the man could see his expression when he told him the news.

"Miles Edgeworth," Armando said as he slowly sat down in the chair on the other side of the glass (though somewhat visibly disorientated presumably due to suddenly being given his visor) with a small smile appearing on his face. His voice was deep and rough with misuse. "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Miles cleared his throat. "Hello, Mr. Armando. I-"

"Stop shaking, Mr Prodigy. From what I've heard you're no caffeine addict, so there's no need to act like one."

Had he been shaking?

In truth, Godot's story hit a little too close to home for Miles, even before he knew that he had killed his mother. For one thing, to watch Phoenix Wright accuse a prosecutor in court is not something to be taken lightly. It was unheard of, until his own trial where the prosecutor was found guilty of killing his father. Manfred Von Karma. More recently, Diego Armando had been found guilty of killing Maya's mother, coincidentally also with Phoenix acting as defence.

That man seemed to be a truth magnet.

After that trial, he'd gained a newfound sympathy for Maya. He'd never really known how to tell her properly, but losing a parent in that fashion is not an experience shared by many. Little did he know that they would soon have to both experience each other's pain with the revelation that they were siblings.

And the white-haired man sitting behind the glass killed their mother. It was hard not to keep thinking of that.

He cleared his throat again. "I'm sure you're aware of the Kurain Channeling Technique?"

Diego snorted. "Too well." Was his curt reply.

"Well," Miles continued, "after an important conversation with her, Mia Fey sent me here."

Suddenly Armando stiffened, and his relaxed demeanor morphed into one of importance. His posture straightened, his shoulders tensed. It was almost comedic how the mention of one name could change his entire attitude. Almost.

"Why…" he whispered, perhaps to himself, "why isn't she the one here?"

"Because the matter at hand doesn't entirely concern her." Miles responded honestly.

Armando didn't reply. Miles took that as a signal to continue.

"She told me that you had once studied under my father, Gregory Edgeworth."

Diego sighed. "I did, but not for long." A wistful smile pulled at his lips. "The tricks he taught me lingered in my mind everywhere I went. I was young, reckless," he stifled a humourless laugh, "and it took a lot of convincing to get him to take on a penniless runt like me."

He turned his head towards him, and Miles could only assume that he was looking him in the eyes. All he got was the glare of the red visor.

"He caved in the end, if only because he wanted to practise on teaching a cub like me before he did it with his own son. Hmm, he talked about you all the time."

"I see."

"I taught everything he taught me to Mia, you know. She must've taught it to Phoenix Wright." He laughed quietly. It was an unsettling, hollow sound. "That was probably what got me in the end. Good old' Greg, always searching for justice, even from beyond the grave."

He paused, and the smile faded. "He was a good man. Better than you or I could ever hope of being."

Miles didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know many people who knew his dad, so any praise (even if it was coming from a murderer) was highly valued.

"I suppose," Miles said, once he was sure that his voice wouldn't break, "that you were the messenger between father and daughter then."

He sucked in a breath and waited for a response. Even without the visor, Armando was good at hiding emotion. His expression was blank as he processed what he'd just been told.

"...You're kidding." He said eventually.

"No."

"Ha… I always saw a piece of Greg in her. I guess that wasn't just me after all."

"No, it wasn't."

The realisation hit a little too late. Whatever emotional barrier Armando had built for himself suddenly shattered in an instant. His perfected neutral expression turned into one of horror.

"Hold on, are you Misty's-"

"Yes."

"So you're their-"

"Biological brother, yes."

"God…"

Armando forced a grin. "I ruined another life that day, huh?"

It took all of his effort for Miles not to say "yes" to that too. So he kept silent. It was Diego who spoke next.

"I'm not gonna waste my sins with an apology, because I would be lying to you. I'm not sorry for what I did, as much as I try to be... Regret? Sure, a bit I guess. But I would do it again. I orphaned you and your sister, there's no changing that."

To be honest, Miles was expecting an apology when he came in here. However, now he was glad he didn't get one. He didn't want to feel sympathy for this man.

He just wanted to leave.

"Thank you," he said gruffly, "for saving my sister."

With that, he abruptly rose and made his way to the door, knocking on it sharply thrice. He accomplished what he came to do, and kept his word. That was all.

"Edgeworth."

He turned to look at Armando, who in that time had removed his visor to reveal white, glossy eyes and a long, deep scar between them. Diego wasn't looking directly at him, instead he was staring straight ahead into the glass. It was a haunting sight.

"Tell Mia… tell her thanks for sending you. And… I want to see her. Please."

Damn it. Sympathy.

"I'll consider it."

And he left.

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

"Hello?"

"Mystic Soma! Hi!"

"Mystic Maya! How are you since last time?"

"A lot better. So much better! I've kinda come to accept that even though Mom's gone, she got justice in the end. I didn't even really know her so…"

"I hardly remember her too, but my mother says she was an incredibly nice woman, so she'll be happy when I tell her. You sound a lot better than last week, I was starting to get worried about your health. You do realize that you're the mast-"

"Hey Soma, is Pearly around? I've got some really important news to tell her, and I just can't wait!"

"Oh, yes she is. Is it good news or bad news? Should I stay with her?"

"It's awesome news! But yeah, I think you should stick around. You can pretend you're cleaning or something like you used to do with me."

"I did not!"

"You're a horrible liar."

"And you're imagining things. Hold on, I'll get Pearly for you."

"Thanks!"

"Pearl! Come over here, Mystic Maya wants to speak to you!"

"...Pearly?"

"H-Hi Mystic Maya."

"Oh Pearly, you're not still sad over my mom are you? Mystic Soma told me you were feeling better!"

"...I told her to say that."

"Oh, Pearly."

"I-I-I'm sorry! I d-didn't want to make you s-sad..."

"Nonono, don't cry! I have some really cool news!"

"R-Really? What is it?"

"I found out who my dad was, and I have a brother!"

"What? B-But Mystic Maya-"

"I know! But that's not even the best part!"

"Wha-who…?"

"Pearly, you'll never believe it, but Edgeworth's my brother! He's your cousin! He's a part of our family!"

"...h-huh?"

"Mr Edgeworth's your big cousin, Pearly! And yes, it is the one you're thinking of. Tall but not that tall, weird dark hair, always looks like he wants to slam his face into a wall? Him! He's-"

"No!"

"Huh? Pearly?"

"NO!"

"What? Pearly, what-"

"Mystic Maya, what did you say?!"

"Mystic Soma, I-"

"I've got to go, Pearly's really upset."

"I don't-"

Click!

"...I don't know what I said."