Klavier Gavin's mind was buzzing alongside the loud hum of the courtroom, and he very quickly made his way out their doors, glancing swiftly at the girl who had just collapsed. There was no need for him to do anything to help her; several people had already crowded round, and he had seen someone calling for an ambulance. He did not stop moving until he reached his motorcycle; then he sat and allowed himself to catch his breath.

He didn't get a break, did he? One thing after another...

Wright, Kristoph, Daryan, Kristoph, and Wright...Phoenix Wright.

He'd known Kristoph, hadn't he? Forged evidence. He'd known about that. How? Who cares how.

Kristoph wouldn't ever do something so despicable...and yet he was in jail. He was in jail, and Apollo Justice was far more capable than Klavier had thought.

But did that mean anything? No. In fact it just proved his innocence.

But Klavier was so afraid of him, at least he had been lately. Ever since the day of his arrest, Kristoph had tapped into a dark and powerful sort of energy that Klavier hadn't witnessed in a very, very long time. Sure, Kristoph had always been a bit rough with him, but this was something else. Bitterness? Disdain?

He still continued to visit him daily. He felt bad when he did, but he wasn't sure why.

"Gavin!"

...And when he thought that was Kristoph in court, why he'd almost had a coronary.

"Fräulein?" Klavier looked up to see the scowling brunette before him.

"You got out of there so fast. One minute you were there and the next time I looked you were gone."

He smiled at her. "No time to meander, Fräulein. There's lots of investigating to be done."

"Not really," she said, crossing her arms. "We just have to find out who poisoned the stamp and how it ended up at the Mishams'. And I'm pretty sure you know that already."

He stopped smiling. "You think I'm working with my brother?"

"Well, now that you mention it-"

"Not funny, Ema."

"I think it's funny." She uncrossed her arms. "You're too sensitive, Gavin. You can't take a joke," she said admonishingly, probably, he knew, referencing her little "imitation" earlier. He'd known she was relishing in the look on his face.

"I could say the same about you," he said, and she knew he was referencing to her grand embarrassment during their last case.

"You can't compare that," she said, and amended, "Okay, maybe I was a little tasteless. There's a difference between tastelessness and embarrassing me in front of the whole goddamn courtroom!"

Klavier shifted his posture to the side and crossed his legs. "To what are you referring?"

"You know exactly," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Not telling me Lamiroir was blind. I looked like an idiot!"

He sighed and with a small smile said, "Are you still talking about that?"

"'I found out this morning. It was too much trouble to tell you,'" she mimicked his tone. "Do you know how bad that-"

"Oh, Ema, I was joking," he said. "I didn't have time to go looking for you; I had to completely rework my entire presentation."

"What? It would've taken two minutes! Am I really not even worth that much to you?"

"No!" he said instantly. "No, that's not-"

"I know we don't always agree on investigation procedures, but, really..."

"If I'd have known it would've bothered you so much I wouldn't have dragged it out," he said, "but those angry faces of yours are just too adorable not to draw out."

She grimaced and rolled her eyes. "And you just have to be the smartest person in the room, don't you."

He raised his palms. "Guilty."

Her posture relaxed significantly and her lips straightened into a neutral expression. It was the closest thing to a smile he was going to get. "Well, I've got to get going," he said.

"Wait a minute."

"Yes?"

"Um. Did you..." She shuffled her feet. "You know, Mr. Wright. He's a good guy, he'd never ever-"

"I know, Fräulein," he said, shaking his head. "I've known that for years."

She crossed her arms and her voice became fiery. "Well, why do you hate him so much, then?"

Because his brother did. And he trusted his brother. He had never been wrong before.

Klavier lowered his head. "He rubs me the wrong way," he lied. "Not to mention that he mentors people when he's in no position to do so."

"And who's fault is that!" shouted Ema.

"It won't matter soon," said Klavier. "After this trial is over he can return to that position."

"I sure hope so."

"Oh, I've no doubt." Klavier reached for his helmet. "I'll see you tomorrow, Fräulein. Bright and early."

He would have to visit Phoenix Wright sometime soon. But first he would visit Kristoph.