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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.))

Comments

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Uh... thanks?

[bittervictor.livejournal.com]

Look, we were under attack. Losing trust in you means they win. I'm not going to do it.

You aren't him, you're nothing like him. That's HOW I confirmed he was gone. The relationship between you and me and between a predator and it's prey is different enough that the ANIMa can pick up on it.

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Huh. Well, thanks, I suppose.

...what's ANIMa?

[bittervictor.livejournal.com]

...I told him but not you didn't I.

*sigh* A device that makes weapons from relationships.

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

That sounds... vaguely surreal.