Maya has resolved to investigate that eerily familiar power source in Kristoph's cell.
Alone.
She hasn't told Phoenix because she doesn't want to worry him. He'd probably insist on coming with her, and she neither wants to put him in danger or force him to see Kristoph again. I can't let him tourture Nick any longer.
She herself is scared out of her wits, but succeeds in projecting an air of outward calm.
"Well, well! What a surprise! The Kurain Master, or whatever they call you. Have you come to complain to me? Well, there's no need. We both know it is I who is in the right."
"Actually, I was hoping we could put aside our differences and have constructive reconciliatory discussion," stalls Maya.
"What does Wright want?" demands Kristoph exasperatedly.
"Nothing. I come here solely on my own behalf."
"Ah, my dear! Are you finally awakening to the sad truth that is Phoenix Wright?" Kristoph is delighted. Maybe Dahlia's possessions are indeed beginning to achieve effect even among his closest acquaintances.
This is taking every atom of Maya's self control. There's nobody, living or dead, she hates more than Kristoph Gavin, and on countless occasions she's fantasised about punching him in the face.
But she must ignore the temptations of this tantalising opportunity and concentrate on the one task she has risked herself for. She sets herself to detecting errant power sources, and it doesn't take long to find it.
She attempts to keep up conversation with Kristoph as she watches the small butterfly flit in the corner of the room. Its signature vibration is disturbingly familiar.
"TAKE THAT!" she suddenly shouts, thrusting out her Magatama.
"Ho, ho, you too! Wright already tried that. It doesn't work on me."
But Maya is oblivious to him, her entire focus consumed with the butterfly, who was acquiring a pinkish glow. This one was far harder to break than the others - it was consuming all her resources of resolve, and she soon collapses to the ground, shaking.
Kristoph laughs, in his arrogance believing she is still directing her ungratified effort at him.
Too late, Kristoph recalls the connection between Dahlia and the butterfly. He rapidly crushes Maya under the bookcase, and attempts to force the Magatama out of her hands. Just as he succeeds, blue sparks erupt from it, causing him to drop it in shock.
It's too late anyway. The butterfly has imploded in blue flames, and the guards have arrived to rescue the unconscious Maya.
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Dahlia is patently furious with Kristoph. Conveniently not mentioning the other 4 butterflies, she directs sole blame on him for allowing her power resource to be destroyed. Since she's dead, she can't co-opt new ones. Without her external power resource, she can no longer possess people like Phoenix. She orders him back to the drawing board.
After weeks of intensive training, research and experimentation, Maya and Pearl have finally succeeded in imbruing Phoenix's Magatama with an additional charm which should dissuade all forms of possession. Maya knows as well as anyone that spiritual powers are a double-edged sword, and she resolves to devote more attention to helping Phoenix protect himself from, as well as utilise, the potentials of his powers.
So now we set the scene for 'BOOK 2'. Yay...