"Daddy, would you forgive us? Daddy, we're really sorry. We're really sorry have called you crazy," whispered Bryan and Gregory with very wet eyes. They then knelt in front of their father. Edgeworth fumbled, grabbed his children's hands and helped the two boys to their feet.

"Of course, Bryan, Gregory. After this, will you continue to visit Daddy?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"Daddy," Gregory said. "Please open that eye patch. We don't like to see you torture yourself like this."

"No," Edgeworth said firmly. "If Daddy opens this eye patch, what if Daddy saw something else? And Daddy ended up beating you two? No, Gregory. It is okay. Daddy won't endanger your safety."

Gregory and Bryan reached out their hands and stroked Edgeworth's cheeks gently. Their touch was so warm, and so soothing. He reached out his hands again, and stroked his children's finger.

"Daddy, we trust you. We believe you won't hurt us. Because Daddy loves us. And we love you very much, Daddy. Now, let us open this eye patch, okay, Daddy?" Whispered Bryan.

"Bryan and Gregory are right, honey. Come on, let them open the eye patch." Kay added.

Edgeworth hesitated for a moment. But his children and his wife believed him...Finally, he nodded his head. Slowly, Gregory and Bryan unbuckled the eye patch and opened it. After that, they threw the eye patch onto the isolation room floor. But Edgeworth closed his eyes. He still feared to open his eyes.

Gently, Kay opened Edgeworth's eyelids with her fingers.

"Come on, Miles. Open your eyes. Everything will be alright."

Edgeworth finally opened his eyes slowly, and luckily, what he feared did not happen at all. He didn't see demons, Joe Darke, or Lana, or Von Karma, or 'Angel Gabriel.' What he saw were the three most important people in his life, smiling at him.

The little family then embraced very tightly. This made Edgeworth very happy beyond anything. His children didn't think he was crazy anymore. His children would regularly visit him. His children loved him. His wife also loved him.

He must recover. For his children and his wife's sake.

-Flash Forward-.

Make him feel loved. Not only with words 'I love you', but prove it. Prove it by actions. Because even a thousand times you say the word 'I love you' is not enough to prove that he is loved. Support and love from family, that is the most powerful medicine for people with schizophrenia. More effective than any sedative, and from any therapy.

That's what nurse Forte said to Kay. Kay remained silent as she listened to nurse Forte's words. She was right. It wasn't enough to just say 'I love you' but also show it by actions.

Because actions spoke louder than words.

Every day, Kay and her children always visited Edgeworth at the hospital. They never forgot to kiss him, saying how important he was to them, how much they loved him…Told him that he was the greatest father and the greatest husband in the world, and how lucky they are to have him.. They also play games with Edgeworth, and sometimes, Dr. Hicks and nurse Forte play with them too. They played UNO, played cards, played monopoly…Kay, Bryan, Gregory, also always took turns feeding Edgeworth. Sometimes they purposely smeared his cheek with sauce, or mayonnaise, making him always laugh and smile every day. As his condition improved, Edgeworth was transferred back to the regular patient's room. However, his hallucinations still appeared frequently. He still couldn't tell difference between his fantasies and the reality. So inevitably, Dr. Hicks always had to give a sedative to Edgeworth. Finally, Dr. Hicks decided, it was time to give Edgeworth a therapy to distract his attention from his hallucinations.

It was a painting therapy.

-Flash Forward-.

The various tranquilizers and injectable drugs that Edgeworth consumed every day, began to show side effects. He began to have a little difficulty to speak. He began to couldn't spell his own name, Kay's name, or his children's names correctly. He couldn't pronounce the letter 'R' correctly. He also couldn't remember how to stand properly.

One night, he wanted to go to the bathroom to pee. While his wife and children had fallen asleep. He turned his head for a moment, studied their faces, and ceaselessly felt very grateful to have the three of them. The best children and the best wife in the world.

He sat slowly in his bed, trying to get up and frowned slightly. Something was bothering him. Why couldn't he remember how to stand? He stared at the floor, somehow he was afraid. He felt stupid. Why would he be afraid to stand up and go to the bathroom?

How to stand? How to stand? He kept asking over and over again, trying hard to remember how to stand.

Suddenly a shadow of a faceless person appeared in his head.

"Come on, Miles, stand up. Step on your feet on the floor. You can walk. Father will let go of your hands, and you can stand on your own!"

For some reason, he was glad to hear that voice inside his head. The voice was different, unlike the other voices which always taunted him and told him to kill himself.

Trembling, he set his foot on the floor. He then pressed his hand against the wall. After that, he got up slowly from the bed, and let go of his hand from the wall. It worked. He managed to get up.

However, something disturbed him again. He did not remember how to walk. Should he step forward? Or backward? He tried to walk, but for some reason, he felt very dizzy and weak. He fell to the floor with a loud 'DUK', making Kay, Bryan, and Gregory awake in surprise.

"Miles, honey, why did you get out of bed? Bryan, Gregory, help Mommy to take Daddy back to bed."

"Pee," Edgeworth said. Pee. Strange. He wanted to say 'I want to pee' but why can't he do it?

"God, Miles, you should have woken me up!" Kay sighed with a bit of annoyance.

"Why I ... can't stand up? Why I don't…..remember how to walk?"

Kay, Bryan, and Gregory did not answer. Kay then stepped out of the room and returned with a wheelchair.

Edgeworth was frightened. Although his hallucinations had decreased a lot, day by day, he found it increasingly difficult to talk. And now he can't walk? Will he be paralyzed in the end? What if he finally became mute and paralyzed? Would his wife and his children remain beside him, or would they really leave him?

-Flash Forward-.

"Ed ... dd..i..e."

"Follow me, Miles. Your name is Edgeworth. Miles Edgeworth. And my name, your wife, is Kay. Kay Faraday-Edgeworth. Our children's names are Bryan Stanislaus Edgeworth and Gregory Byrne Edgeworth. Can you say it properly?"

" . Eddieee .. Koi Faladay. Blyan. Glegoly." Ah! Why was so hard for him to pronounce the letter 'R?'

"You're doing it well, Daddy!" Bryan and Gregory said, clapping their hands. "Daddy, you're great! We have the best dad in the world! Isn't that right, Mommy?"

"That's right, Bryan." Kay kissed Edgeworth's head gently. All of a sudden, his pupils widened. Kay knew this sign well. Her husband's attention had to be distracted.

"Miles, honey? Did you see something?"

"Satan," Edgeworth said, pointing his finger at the window. "Lucifel."

"Then, it's time to paint! Come on, we'll paint together! Let's have Gregory, the painting master teach us!" Kay said cheerfully. "You brought painting tools, Gregory?"

"Yes, Mommy! Just leave it to me!" Gregory unpacked his bag, then gave Kay, Bryan, and Edgeworth each a piece of paper, paint, and a brush. Edgeworth stared at the brush with a fascinated look.

"Paint what?" Edgeworth asked.

"Anything, Miles. Paint what's on your mind!" Kay replied with a smile.

Mind? What's on his mind? Did he have to paint the hallucinations that always appeared before his eyes? Or, was painting the three people who were always in his mind enough?

"Come on, Daddy! Don't hesitate! Here I'll teach you!" said Gregory excitedly. The boy then sat beside Edgeworth's bed. "Now, tell me, what do you want to paint?"

Edgeworth then pointed to his two sons and Kay alternately.

"Oh, you want to paint the three of us, Daddy? Come on, then, we'll start painting! Follow me! Hold the brush like this, Daddy." Gregory demonstrated how to hold the brush properly. Edgeworth followed him. Gregory then showed him how to paint the human form. Edgeworth watched him carefully. His heart filled with pride. His son was very talented. He started moving his brush, guided by Kay. He painted, following a painting exemplified by Gregory. His wife and sons watched until Edgeworth finished painting.

Although Edgeworth's paintings were more like streaks of an irregular 5-year-old in kindergarten, and full badly mixed colors like maroon with green, yellow with brown, black with purple, Kay, Bryan, and Gregory clapped their hands after he showed his work.

"Very good, Miles, this is a great painting!" Kay shuffled his hair affectionately. "I'm going to put this painting in our room!" She could not help but feel a little amused by the irregularly scribbled "Eddie" "Koi" "Blyan" "Glegoly" that filled most of the painting.

-Flash Forward-.

For nearly two months he had been living at St. Carolus. Various kinds of tranquilizers, injecting drugs, and of course the presence of his children and his wife made his hallucinations and the voices that always taunted him, commanding him to commit suicide, became vague. However, still, there was something that disturbed him. After he could not pronounce the 'R' letter correctly, and could not stand more than 10 minutes, he began to be disturbed with his fickle memories of Kay and his two children.

Sometimes he remembered the beautiful woman who always sat at his bedside, feeding him delicious food, stroking his hair, helping him to pee, and constantly saying 'I love you.' The beautiful woman was Kay Faraday, his wife whom he married, proposed by him in the courtroom, 12 years ago. However, two hours, three hours, or ten hours later, he did not remember who the woman was. All he knew was that she was beautiful and kind, always caring for him even though he did not know her.

Sometimes, he remembered the two handsome boys who looked very much like him and always taught him to paint, play a monopoly, or read funny stories for him. They are his twin sons, Bryan and Gregory, who were born 11 years ago. Sometimes he remembered which one was Bryan, and which one was Gregory. But sometimes, he wrongly called their names. He felt a little embarrassed why he could not tell his own sons apart. However, whether it was half, three, up to four hours later, he could not understand why there were two boys who looked very much like him sitting in his bedside and always teaching him to paint. And why did the children called him 'Daddy.' He never liked children. How could he have two sons?

He began to feel frightened. He was afraid that his wife and his children was actually just his another hallucination. What if it's true? If not, why his memory about them always changing? Like different genre of movies put into one?

-Flash Forward-.

Edgeworth's hallucinations diminished. He almost never raged or screamed all of a sudden again. So why did it seem like the tribulations for her family were not over yet? Kay asked for an explanation to Dr. Hicks and nurse Forte.

"One hour he recognized me and the kids. Two hours later he suddenly asked who I was and who the children were. Can you explain it to me, Dr. Hicks, Nurse Forte?"

"Short term memory loss. Common to people with schizophrenia." said Dr. Hicks.

"Then what? Can my husband fully recover? What does it mean if he heals but doesn't recognize me and the kids?" Kay whispered despairingly.

"The key is only one, Mrs. Edgeworth. Keep paying attention to him. Keep him feeling very loved."

Love. Yes, that was the real medicine for Edgeworth. Not tranquilizers, or injectable drugs.

But love.

-Flash Forward-.

Edgeworth was finally allowed to go home. Kay pushed him in his wheelchair. It was great for him to be able to breathe fresh air again and get out of the hospital. He looked around. The house was huge, fancy, and filled with photographs of him with his wife, and his children from they were still babies until they were 11 years old.

He pointed to one of the photographs where he was playing a swing with Bryan and Gregory when the two boys were only 5 years old.

"Blyan. Glegoly. Blyan. Glegoly." said Edgeworth repeatedly. Kay nodded.

"Yes, Miles. Both of them are your children. Our children. They are proof of our love."

Edgeworth nodded, and kept saying "Blyan, Glegoly, Blyan, Glegoly," over and over again. He hoped, with him constantly reciting the names of his two sons, he would not forget who they were anymore. And know his children were not his hallucinations.

After satisfyingly reciting his son's name, Edgeworth pointed his finger at his wedding photograph. "Eddie. Koi Faladay. Eddie. Koi Faladay."

"Yes, Miles, we got married 12 years ago. You and me. Miles Edgeworth and Kay Faraday. "

Edgeworth's expression was flat. Now the voices that popped into his head were the unrelenting voices of "Blyan, Glegoly, Eddie, Koi Faladay."

The people he loved most. No, he must not forget of them. He must remember them of all time. He won't let his wife and his children disappeared from his memories.

-Flash Forward-.

He had trouble sleeping again. Somehow he wanted to cry, scream and rage. He wanted to sleep. Sleep. Why is it so hard? Why he couldn't do something as simple as that? Was he so stupid? Tears slowly appeared on his cheeks. The room light up.

"Miles? Honey, why are you crying?" Kay whispered as she hugged him tightly.

"Sleep. Can't sleep." Edgeworth croaked as he continued to cry. "Dlink. Watel."

Kay gets up from her bed and grabs a glass of water for him. His hand shook as he received the glass. Slowly, the water in the glass turned red ... Blood?

Edgeworth shook his head and cried again. "Watel. Want watel. Blood. Blood."

"This is not blood, Miles. It's plain water. Here, look. I'll drink it ..." Kay then took the glass and drank in front of Edgeworth. "Look, I drank it. I am fine. This is not blood, you see?"

Edgeworth took the glass and twirled it slowly. The color is clear. Not red.

"Not led," he whispered. "This is ... watel. Watel. "

"Yes, Miles, drink," Kay said as she helped Edgeworth drink the water.

"Do you want me to tell you a story, so you can sleep, honey?"

Edgeworth nodded.

"OK…. Listen ... once upon a time, lived a prince. The prince was very handsome…" The room's door then opened. Bryan and Gregory stepped inside, folding their hands.

"Mommy, we heard you reading a story. Why is Mommy just telling a story to Daddy? We also want to listen, you know! Why Mommy didn't call us?"

Kay giggled softly. "Mommy thought you were asleep. Come here, smart kids! Sit on the bed and listen to Mommy's story of a handsome prince, meeting a beautiful princess."

Edgeworth spread his hands. "Blyan. Glegoly. Hele. "

Bryan and Gregory then sat in front of Edgeworth. Kay cleared her throat, then began her story.

"Okay, where are we? Ah yes, about a prince ... A very handsome prince... He was a prince who always uphold the truth ... Without giving up a bit. He would not stop until justice was upheld. One day, after leading his men to hunt deer in the forest, he met a princess who had just lost her father. Her father was killed. The prince then asked, 'Hey, princess. Why are you crying?'

"Plince. Plincess. Folest." Edgeworth muttered in the middle of Kay's story.

"The Princess replied ... 'My father has just been murdered, Prince ... Here ... in the forest... In middle of the war ... 'The princess kept crying. The confused prince, finally took off his cravat that curled around his neck..."

"Clavat." Edgeworth interrupted again.

"The prince then kneeled in front of the princess. The prince said, 'Princess. Wipe your tears with this cravat, okay?' The princess, fascinated by the Prince's handsomeness, accepted the cravat, and wiped her tears away. 'You are very kind, Prince. Is this a handkerchief for me? 'The prince, with a very charming smile, nodded his head. The princess then asked, 'But Prince! If this handkerchief is for me, then you won't have a handkerchief anymore! 'The Prince smiled again, then he replied, 'Take it easy, princess. I have a spare.' Then he left. The princess promised, if she met the prince again, she would return the cravat."

"8 years passed since the Princess met with the Prince. Now, the Princess was an adult woman. Every day, the princess would always think of the handsome Prince who gave that cravat for her. She kept trying to find the handsome Prince, but she never met him. The princess felt very sad. Why did the Prince seemed to have disappeared from the earth?"

"Then, when the princess was playing in the forest, suddenly a group of people ambushed her from behind ... and they kidnapped her! They made the princess fall unconscious. When the princess woke up, she was in a dark basement! The Princess felt very frightened. 'Ouch! I'm trapped in the basement! How do I get out of here?' The Princess wanted to cry. Then suddenly, she heard a man's voice. The Princess stepped closer, searching for the voice's source. And it turned out..it was the Prince! The Prince she had been looking for 8 long years!"

"So what happened next, Mommy? Did the Princess give the handkerchief back?" Bryan and Gregory asked enthusiastically.

"Handkelchief," Edgeworth said.

"Mommy's just getting there, boys! Listen carefully again. The princess asked, 'Prince! We meet again, Prince! Do you remember me?' The princess was very disappointed because the Prince did not recognize her at all. The prince said, 'Excuse me, who are you?' 'You do not know me, Prince?' The princess then pulled out the cravat that the Prince gave 8 years ago from her pocket. 'Look at this, Prince! You gave it to me 8 years ago, do you remember? 'Seeing the cravat, the Prince finally remembered who the woman was. The little princess who cried because her father was murdered. He hardly believed that the woman standing in front of him was the same girl he had cheered eight years ago. She was not a little girl anymore, but an adult woman. And a very beautiful woman. The prince was fascinated with the princess's beauty. He felt he was in love with that beautiful princess. The Prince then asked, 'Who exactly is your name, Oh, lovely princess?' The princess replied, 'I'm Princess Kay Faraday.' And your name.. what is your name, Prince?' The Prince replied, 'Miles Edgeworth.' And they fell in love with each other, and got married."

Gregory and Bryan groaned slightly, then burst out laughing. "So this is actually a story about you and Daddy, Mommy? Uh, Mommy, you're so narcissistic, calling yourself beautiful!"

"But it's true! I am beautiful, if not, how else could your father fall in love with Mommy! Isn't that right, Miles honey?" She turned her head toward Edgeworth. No answer. Her beloved husband was snoring loudly. He looked very cute by sleeping in a supine position, his mouth opened slightly, while wearing his favorite Steel Samurai pajamas. Bryan and Gregory giggled again.

Kay covered Edgeworth gently, and kissed his cheeks and forehead. She also give small kiss on his hands. "Good night, honey. You'll get better."

"Bryan, Gregory, it's time for both of you to sleep as well. Come on, say good night to Daddy."

The twins kissed Edgeworth's forehead gently as well, then went to their bedroom.

-Flash Forward-.

His painting therapy continued. Day by day, Edgeworth was getting better at painting. Every day, Gregory, Bryan, and Kay taught him. The Edgeworth family's house now full of Edgeworth's abstract paintings. Sometimes he painted an abstract, with mixture of red, black, and green color. Sometimes he painted horrible objects such as demons with three horns, which he colored in blue and yellow. Sometimes, he painted a very beautiful object like an angel with the face similar to Kay and the boys. He then began to paint cats, dogs, landscapes, mountains. He began to distinguish colors.

"This is red. This is maroon. Maroon is darker than the usual red color, Daddy." Gregory said, showing the paint on the table.

"Led. Maloon. Led. Maloon. " He said repeatedly, following his son.

"And this is green. This is yellow. This is blue."

"Gleen. Yellow. Blue."

"Mommy, Daddy's getting better at distinguishes colors!" Gregory and Bryan exclaimed to Kay.

Kay was very happy, of course. This painting therapy was very successful and Edgeworth was no longer hallucinating as much or experiencing short term memory loss anymore.

-Flash Forward-.

He still consumed various medications every day. Every day he asked when he can stop taking medications that tasted very bitter. Every day he asked why he can't walk more than 10 minutes. Every day he asked why if he didn't take medicine, he'd see a cat or a dog talking to him, and ordering him to harm his family. Every day he asked why when he didn't take medicine, his children and wife's faces sometimes turned into a spill of paint, or even disappeared simultaneously. If it were so, he would burst into tears, thinking he had lost his wife and children.

Day after day passed. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. And months turned into a year. It'd been a year since Edgeworth had suffered from schizophrenia. Because of his condition, it was not possible for him to work anymore, so now Kay replaced him to work and support the family. If he saw his wife exhausted face when she got home from work and his children's tired faces after take care of him, he was haunted by guilt. Besides that, he also often heard the neighbors talking about his family.

"Poor Mrs. Edgeworth, had a crazy husband like that. Even now she has to work to support her family. 13 years ago, all women were jealous of her... Now? All women are grateful they didn't marry Miles Edgeworth."

"Her husband is just a hassle ... I feel pity to their children too. They're still children, but must having trouble taking care of their father. And they even can't play or have fun with their friends again. Really a pity."

"Maybe it's a punishment from God because Miles Edgeworth was a very shitty prosecutor, like a demon. Very arrogant and always did everything to get guilty verdict….Never cared if the defendants were innocent."

He felt guilty. He felt useless. Was he just a burden to his wife and his children? What's the point in his life if he couldn't walk, couldn't talk properly, and always saw strange objects every day? But until now, they'd always stayed beside him…. Even though he almost couldn't do anything. If he was indeed a burden to his family, they'd have thrown him into street, and he'd have ended up untreated, just like the madmen that sometimes he saw, wouldn't they? He believed the neighbors were wrong.

Kay and her children were very diligent in delivering Edgeworth to therapy with Dr. Hicks. They always encouraged him if he looked frightened to come to the hospital with full of people wearing white clothing. He had to undergo walk and talk therapy. He performed various therapies to make his hallucinations completely disappear. Sometimes he felt it very painful when he did the therapy. But, his wife and his children's hands always gave him strength, no matter how painful the therapy could be. Every time they held his hands, he felt their strong love.

To be continued..

A/N: How's the verdict? Found something inaccurate? Feel free to correct me :D