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[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Phoenix has been rather quiet since he woke up in the medical wing. He wants to think everything that happened was just some horrible nightmare, but as he overhears more and more conversations, it quickly dawns on him that it is impossible to say this is the case.

A week... If I'm right, I've been gone a whole week. Trapped in that thing...

Is it true? Was there some sort of false me running around? Is that why I see so many people looking at me with contempt when they pass? What exactly did my imposter do? And... why would they pick me, of all people? I'm new. I'm nobody. It doesn't make any sense.

I told Edgeworth I'd do everything I can to help... but in the end, I just helped create more hassle. Am I really supposed to be here?

He clutches the magatama in his hand as if all sense of his reality depends on his holding it.

((ooc: Phoenix's insecurities has a side effect: any attempts to lie to him right now will manifest psyche-locks, from one for a barely kept secret to five for a deeply guarded one. Carpe diem, as they say.))

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[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

W-well, I do, but...

[smoothouroboros.livejournal.com]

It's a lot to swallow, I suppose. If you can't handle it, I understand completely.

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

...tell me.

[smoothouroboros.livejournal.com]

Next he went after the vampire... that is, Councilor McDowell. Managed to eliminate her too, although he finally screwed up a bit. One of the other Councilors managed to catch on to what was going on, and busted him before he could cause any more trouble.

At least, that's how it should have gone! I'm not sure exactly what went down in the library, but whatever happened left Councilor Edgeworth nearly comatose and the clone lying dead on the floor... poisoned himself, I believe.

And that's about it. Far as I can recall, anyway.

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Phoenix is pretty white as a sheet at this point. Things are coming together for him mentally; why Edgeworth was refusing to look at him, for example.



I... th-thanks for being honest, I... I guess... but I still don't understand. Nobody else would tell me... but why would you...?

[smoothouroboros.livejournal.com]

I figure you're better off knowing then not, no?

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

In Phoenix's mind's eye, several locks and chains suddenly clang into being. But...



...If you say so. Could you... let me sit and think about this for a while? I've got a lot to mull over.

[smoothouroboros.livejournal.com]

Oh, of course. I'm sure you do.

Feel better soon~

[and he'll leave, his "work" done]

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[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Phoenix watches him leave.

That sense of dread is suddenly no longer isolated merely to his concerns over the deeds of his clone.

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[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

A thought occurs to him.