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101flavoursofweird · 1 year

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For the Hurt/Comfort Dialogue prompts, maybe 8 or 25 (or both if you want to) for Laydore?

Thank you for the prompt! I don’t know how this became a rewrite of the LMJ anime, where Henry and Randall rescue Hershel and Luke earlier… but there you go. There are more Laydore moments later in the fic, I promise. I’m just incapable of writing a short AU.

Title: How to Save a Layton

Set: After the flashback scenes from the LMJ anime. I don’t entirely understand what happened with the Relic Stones plotline either but it doesn’t matter— Henry and Randall get there nine years earlier to rescue Layton and Luke from a cathedral cult. That’s all you need to know.

Spoilers: For Miracle Mask and the LMJ anime.

Inspiration: The song for Miracle Mask— How to Save a Life by the Fray.

Warnings: A swordfight and a little bit of blood but it’s not focussed on… and a cathedral, and hospitals… and Randall gets one swear, as treat.

“Hey! Are you… Randall Ascot? And Henry Ledore— from Monte d’Or?”

When the purple-haired woman recognised them, Randall almost preened himself. “That’s us!” Randall confirmed, flashing her a celebrity smile. “Can we help you with something, Miss…?”

Henry, saddled with their bags from the ship, was not so sociable.

He frowned as the young woman faltered at Randall’s query. Had she really forgotten her own name?Amnesia was not an impossible scenario, of course, but he and Randall had to be cautious.

If anything happened to Randall…

Mrs. Ascot might never recover. She couldn’t mourn Randall a second time.

Angela’s heart would be irreparably broken. She couldn’t lose another loved one.

Alfendi and Katrielle would grow up not just without their father, but without their favourite uncle.

Henry would not let that happen.

He stared at the woman. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, but something about her seemed older. Her dark blue eyes were shaded, and her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail— for work, perhaps…

But what kind of work required an ominous purple robe with a hood? It was a little early for Halloween costumes…

In Monte d’Or, the performers dressed up all year round for the parade, but there was no sign of such festivities here in Southampton.

Or, maybe Henry was just being cynical.

He had thought he was getting better— learning to trust others— in the years following Randall’s return… until Hershel went and Luke went missing.

Hershel had never been the most forthcoming person (much like Henry), but there was no way he would purposefully cut all contact with his family for two years.

Even after what happened in Stansbury, Hershel had still responded to Angela’s letter about the Masked Gentleman, rushing to Monte d’Or to help her.

For their latest investigation, Hershel and Luke had been collecting these Relic stones (Azran relics, Randall insisted), which had eventually led them to the Lestagiana Cave.

Henry and Randall had scoured said-cave from top to bottom. They had prepared themselves for the worst, but mercifully they hadn’t found any bodies. (Henry would have felt it in his bones if they weredead.)

No— Hershel and Luke must have left the cave, freely or otherwise. The pair hadn’t informed anyone of their next destination.

Their case had gone cold… until Flora uncovered a new clue at the British Library— pointing to a cathedral in Southampton.

Faster than you could say, ‘No risk, no glory!’, Henry and Randall had caught a ship to the city.

At the dock, they had been approached by the Mysterious Woman, and she had dragged them behind some wooden crates.

“I’m— Marina,” she finally answered, in a whisper. She paused for a moment, as if she was expecting some reaction from them.

“Right….” Randall nodded uncertainly. “Nice to meet you, Mari—“

“Shhhh!” Marina hissed, sweat beading on her face. She seemed to shrink in on herself, the robe pooling around her like purple sludge.

She poked her head out from behind the crates, glancing around the dock, before she looked back at them desperately. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“I have the worst memory,” Randall said sheepishly.

Henry didn’t have that excuse. He peered at Marina again, trying to pinpoint if he had ever seen her face.

Something about her was familiar…

Marina took another check around the dock, before she drew in a breath, straightened up and revealed softly, “I’m Luke’s wife. I was—“

“Really?” Randall hummed. “Hershel never mentioned Luke got hitched… Why weren’t we invited to the wedding?”

“I don’t know…” Marina huffed. “Maybe ‘cause you hung Luke off a high wire when he was twelve?”

“I beg your pardon?” Randall gasped, highly offended.

The jab had worked in Marina’s favour, though. Only a select few knew about Randall’s identity as the Masked Gentleman— Henry had made sure of it.

Henry gripped Randall’s arm. “I think she’s telling the truth,” Henry murmured. “Let’s hear what she has to say at the very least.”

Marina smiled at him with palpable relief. “Thank you!”

Marina Triton claimed that, two years ago, she had been captured by what was practically a cult in the local cathedral.

Hershel and Luke had surrendered to the cult in exchange for her life. Since then, both had been trapped beneath the cathedral,

Somehow, Marina had escaped, but she was currently at a sort of stalemate with the cult. She hadn’t gone to the police— who could very well be in cahoots with the cult— for fear they would kill Hershel and Luke.

“But now you’re here,” she told Henry and Randall, “and we can save them!”

Her story still raised several doubts:

How had she escaped? Were the cult members really so incompetent— or so unconcerned— that they would let her run around town?

Why hadn’t Marina attempted to reach out for help before now?

Henry couldn’t blindly trust her, but he wanted to believe her. That something he found so familiar was a resemblance to himself, he realised.

Luke and Hershel had set out to investigate an Azran relic and never returned. Marina was searching— fighting— ceaselessly for a way to bring them home, when the odds seemed stacked against her.

Then, Henry and Randall had come along, providing the opportunity she needed. Rather than shun them (as Henry had done to Hershel), Marina had extended her hand to them.

With no other leads, they agreed to accompany her… but not unarmed.

“I… I can’t use a sword,” Marina stammered as Randall passed her a spare épée.

“Maybe not, but you could still stab people,” Randall said brightly. “And if you are planning to double cross us at any point, don’t bother trying to stab me— Henry’s always got my back.”

In truth, Henry probably wasn’t much better than Marina. He and Angela had taken fencing lessons, at Randall’s behest, but Angela had picked it up faster than Henry.

Henry wasn’t sure if he could intentionally attack someone with a blade… but he would defend Randall until his dying breath, and he would do whatever he could for Hershel and Luke.

Marina agreed, hid the sword in her robe, and stared leading them to Cranscoll Cathedral.

The road to the cathedral was well worn and the surrounding land was barren.

As they walked, Randall wondered if they should disguise themselves at farmers, but Marina said there was no point— the cult most likely knew they were coming.

“How are we going to free Hershel and Luke from right under their noses?” Henry asked in a low voice.

“Between the three of us, we’ll be unstoppable,” Randall boasted loudly, “as long as no one betrays us!”

Marina frowned at him. Randall winked.

At the end of the road, Cranscoll Cathedral loomed before them. Its towers and steeples seemed to hold up the grey sky.

The cathedral was nowhere near as large or as sprawling as the Akbadain ruins… but still. Where would they supposed to start searching for Hershel and Luke?

Marina snuck them through the front building (the ‘façade’, she called it) and through a courtyard with a garden, enclosed by stone walls on all four sides.

Henry frowned; if they needed to flee and the entrance was cut off, they would be in trouble.

Henry would willingly give Randall and Marina a boost over the wall, but he knew Randall wouldn’t abandon him…

While Henry steeped in worry, Randall was more fascinated by the fountain in the centre of the courtyard. He had dropped his épée and knelt down to investigate. Henry guarded him from behind.

“W-what are you doing?” Marina sputtered as Randall poked at a brick at the base of the fountain.

“Looks like old Hersh left us a puzzle,” Randall chuckled. He pointed down at the stone tiles.

Henry’s eyes widened as he noticed; there were grooves between the tiles, rather like in the mummy chambers of Akbadain.

Hershel couldn’t have predicted Randall would be the one to rescue him, could he?

It wasn’t that they had drifted apart, but Hershel had definitely become… busier since he adopted Katrielle, on top of Alfendi.

The trip from London to Monte d’Or was at least six hours, and there were other people Hershel could depend on— Flora, Emmy, his brother…

“This might buy us some time if we’re cornered,” Randall breathed. He pulled the brick away and picked his sword up as a stream of water shot out.

Henry and Marina followed him as he sprinted to the end of the courtyard. By that point, the water had filled all of the grooves. Titling his head, Henry realised that they had formed the outline of a top hat.

No doubt about it— Hershel really was here!

Water kept flooding the courtyard. Hopefully, that would impede anyone behind them.

“Come on!” Randall cried. He stormed up to the inner-cathedral and kicked open the doors. Henry and Marina ran after him.

Inside were chandeliers, rows of pews, and a golden alter… where an old priest in flowing white robes awaited them.

“We’re here for Professor Layton and Luke Triton,” Randall demanded without preamble. Henry cringed. (He would have opened with a little more tact!)

“I’m terribly sorry,” the priest said, twiddling his thumbs, “but I’m not sure who—“

“Bullshit.” Randall aimed his sword in the man’s direction. “Release them, right now, or I’ll rip this place apart.”

The priests’s face darkened. “We still have need of the professor and his assistant,” he said slowly. “But you three will become mulch for the garden—“

“You mean the swimming pool outside?” Randall quipped.

The priest barked, “Get them!”

Two… four… six cult members— each wielding swords of their own— suddenly appeared. Henry raised his sword. He stood back to back with Randall and Marina as they were surrounded.

“W-Wait!” Marina cried, throwing her empty hands up. “I brought them here, so you could— coulddispose of them—!”

“Saw this coming,” Randall muttered.

“P-please— I don’t want to die!” Marina sobbed, shaking like a leaf. Henry scowled at her.

Some of the cult members glanced at each other. One— who sounded like a young man— called, “Sir? We could keep her around— she’s good at cleaning!”

“We’ll need someone to fix the garden,” another grumbled.

“Very well,” the priest agreed impatiently. He flicked his hand at Marina. “Get out. Start working on that garden.”

“Y-yes, Sir!” Marina gasped. “Thank you!”

Two of the cult members stepped aside, allowing her to escape. Marina bolted out of the building without a backwards glance at Henry and Randall.

Randall clicked his tongue and shook his head. He addressed the priest again. “Did you brainwash these people or something?”

“We are all here to serve a noble cause,” the priest stated, “except for you—“

“What cause would that be, exactly?” Randall asked, mimicking the priest’s lofty tone of voice. Henry couldn’t help smiling.

The priest snarled, “That’s none of your concern—“

“It is when it concerns Azran relics,” Randall bragged, buying them time. “I happen to be one of the world’s leading experts! Who do you think discovered the treasure of Akbadain?”

“Wasn’t that Hershel Layton?” one cult member pointed out.

“No, it was me!” Randall insisted.

Technically, Hershel was the first, Henry thought. And I was responsible for removing the treasure…

The priest snapped, “I don’t give a damn—!”

“Blasphemy!” Randall gasped.

“Just kill them already!”

At the priest’s command, the cultists surged at Randall and Henry with their swords.

Randall parried three of them with ease. Henry had a harder time; he countered one attacker, but had to dodge another two. He grunted with pain as a sword grazed his lower leg.

“Watch out, Henry!” Randall called. Randall spun around and they traded opponents. One cultist screamed as Randall slashed his chest.

Henry winced. He could feel his leg bleeding, but he stood his ground, keeping the cultists at bay.

He didn’t know how long they could keep this up…

There was a startled yell from the alter. “S-stop!” the priest said in a strangled voice.

The cult members froze. Randall lunged towards the three closest to him. They leapt back, letting go of their swords. The trio nearest Henry did the same.

Henry and Randall grabbed all of the swords, before turning to the alter.

Marina had crept back in, perhaps through a side entrance. Currently, she had her own sword pressed against the priest’s neck.

He spluttered to his minions, “Don’t just stand there—“

“T-take us to Luke and the professor!” Marina ordered.

Randall looked around at the cult members. “You heard her, lads!”

They had done it…

Henry sighed with relief and swayed on the spot.

“Whoa— Henry! Don’t die on us now!”

“It’s just a scratch, Randall…”

Marina kept restraining the priest as the cultists unearthed a secret staircase in front of the alter.

Randall— being the strongest— then traded places with Marina. He dragged the priest down the stairs at sword-point. Marina and Henry went after them.

Hidden below the cathedral was what Henry could only describe as a tomb.

By all outward appearances, the tomb appeared primitive, but within… there was technology that far surpassed human imagination.

Glowing blue veins (very Azran-y) lined the walls and the floor. There where two pods at either end of the tomb…

And inside the pods were two figures, seemingly alive but frozen in sleep.

“We’ve found them,” Randall choked out.

After forcing the priest to open the pods, they contacted the police and the paramedics.

The cultists were all arrested, while their comatose friends were rushed to the nearest hospital.

Henry, Randall and Marina also rode in the ambulance. One of the paramedics bandaged Henry’s injured leg.

He and the other two refused to leave Hershel and Lukes’ sides— right up until they reached their hospital rooms.

Marina went with Luke. Henry and Randall went with Hershel.

As Randall tried to explain to the doctors what on Earth Hershel had been through, Henry sat at Hershel’s bedside.

A nurse had removed Hershel’s top hat and placed it on a small table next to the bed.

In all these years, Henry had never seen the adult Hershel without his hat. (Randall had come close to stealing the hat on several occasions, but Hershel was always too quick for him.)

Obviously, Hershel treasured this hat, just like Angela with her necklace and Henry with his toy robot.

Where had the hat come from? Henry had never thought to ask, and now he might never get the chance.

Henry watched Hershel like a hawk as the heart monitor slowly beeped in the background. It proved Hershel was alive, but Henry still couldn’t hear or see him breathing.

Hershel was as still as the statues left by one of the Masked Gentleman’s dark miracles.

Henry glanced up as Randall re-joined them.

“The doctors have never seen anything like… this….” Randall gestured to Hershel. “Azran cryogenics…? Hershel said they found the Azran emissary frozen in ice years ago, but she was… different.” Randall shook his head with frustration. “Argh! Who knows what kind of— of lasting effects that technology could have on humans!”

“I know it’s frightening,” Henry murmured, “but at least they’re here now.”

“You’re right…” Randall sighed. “Sorry— I’m just— not used to this… this…”

“Waiting?” Henry supplied, with the ghost of a smile.

Randall nodded. The two of them were quiet for a few moments, observing Hershel.

When the silence became too much, Randall declared, “I should… go call Hershel’s kids— and Angela. She’s probably worried sick! And Luke’s parents— Marina probably knows their number, right?”

Henry shrugged. “Probably?”

“Let me know immediately if Hersh wakes up, okay?” Randall said.

Randall grabbed Hershel’s hand from under the bed covers. “Do you hear me, Hershel Layton? I want to know as soon as you wake up!” He squeezed Hershel’s hand before he tore out of the room to find a telephone.

Henry sighed. Angela would be overjoyed to learn of the rescue, but doubtless, she would have a lecture for Randall about the risks they had taken. (It was worth it, for Hershel and Luke.)

The Layton family would rush to the hospital as soon as they heard the news. It would still be upsetting, seeing Hershel and Luke in this state…

Flora and Alfendi could handle it, but maybe they shouldn’t let Kat in this room until Hershel showed signs of recovery—?

The beeping increased slightly. Henry’s eyes widened as he heard a faint breath.

“Luke…?” Hershel mumbled. He had been lying on his back, but he turned over in bed. He blinked his eyes open.

Squinting at Henry, he struggled to sit up. “Henry—?”

“Hershel!” Henry cried, beaming like a fool. He didn’t hug Hershel, as Randall would have done, but he settled for grasping Hershel’s shoulder. “Luke is safe— you’re both safe now, I promise!”

“What happened?” Hershel croaked. “How… long has it been?”

“You’ve been missing for two years,” Henry revealed gently.

“What about Kat? Alfendi and Flora? How are they?”

“They’re all fine. They’re still in London, but they’ll be here soon. Randall went to call them.”

“Thank you…” Hershel breathed. He lifted his hand to his bare head. “Ah…”

“Your hat!” Henry stumbled to the beside table.

“Your leg…” Hershel pointed at Henry’s bandages.

“It’s nothing— here!” Henry handed him the hat.

“Thanks!” Hershel repeated, with newfound energy. He returned the hat to his head. (All at once, everything felt right with the world again.)

“I’m going to ask you how you are now,” Henry said, reassuming his seat, “and I would like you to answer me honestly, please.”

“Honestly?” Hershel sighed. “This all feels like déjà vu…”

“Tell me about it…” Henry chuckled. “I’m just glad you weren’t missing for eighteen years!”

Hershel smiled at him, though he looked uncertain. “I did wonder… if you would find us— you and Randall, I mean.”

“We…” Henry hesitated, swallowing. “I owed you that much, after everything you’ve done for us.” He gave Hershel’s shoulder an awkward pat— an apology, an acknowledgement, and affection, all rolled into one.

Henry sighed. “I’m only sorry we didn’t get there sooner—“

The hospital door flew open. “Hen!” Randall hollered. “Henry— Luke’s awake!”

When he saw Hershel, Randall froze.

A frantic Luke Triton shoved past him. “Professor…!”

“Hey—“ Randall protested. “Get in line, Luke!”

Marina appeared in the doorway. She giggled as Randall and Luke threw themselves at Hershel’s bed.

Henry was content to hover at the side of the bed, until Randall pulled him into the hug too.

“Please,” Henry wheezed, as his face was squashed into the crook of Hershel’s neck. “No more disappearances from now on?”

Hershel huffed out a laugh. “Agreed!”

#Professor Layton #Henry Ledore #Randall Ascot #Marina Triton #Hershel Triton #Luke/Marina #Layton/Luke #Laydore #What do you mean the Stansbury gang didn’t rescue Layton?#Pl au #My fics #answers #How do we get the two lost emotionally repressed characters to have a heart to heart…?#Thanks I ship Laydore now #LMJ rewrite #Henry can relate to Marina

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swansstuff · 4 years

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So uh, I've been thinking about a hypothetical Trucy Wright: Act Attorney and here is the very poorly written outline for it because yeah. No spoilers except the Apollo Trucy thing. Tw death, murder, blood and grieving so yeah.

Trucy's first case is literally her first ever case. This is a flashback case. We follow her as she wakes up, slightly stressed about today, Phoenix gives her cereal and a pep talk and a cryptic message. Trucy asks where Papa is, it is Miles, they are married. Phoenix is cryptic about that too. He stays behind as he "has to buy groceries" so Trucy heads into the office. Apollo greets her, it's clear they know they're siblings, and he hands her a case. Miles is prosecuting. She is fucking terrified. She goes to the crime scene, Gumshoe is the detective and he's educating his teenage sons, constant confusion of who's who, because they are twins and they look very like Gumshoe, it'll be kinda funny. Its a simple investigation. During the investigation, the player can check Trucy's profile and the profile system shows character's middle names now. We get some gems such as Klavier Hyacintha Gavin later on, the reasoning behind this is coz Trucy is nosy. The important one here is Trucy Mia Wright. She says something about how she chose her own middle name when Phoenix adopted her and she chose Mia after learning about her. Yada yada. Trucy wins the case. Edgeworth is very proud, Phoenix is in the gallery and there's a flash of him crying proud tears, Apollo hugs her afterwards, Athena congrats her.

Next case, flash forward three years later, we do not see Phoenix and nobody really mentions him. Thats because he's fucking dead but we don't know that yet. This case is a Fey case, we meet Maya who is married to Franziska and they're technically on honeymoon in Kurain and Pearl becomes the Maya to Trucy's Phoenix. Its another fey murder case. There are a few mentions of Trucy's admiration of Mia, mainly just a mirror of a few lines she's said and a conversation where her and Maya talk about her, Trucy says she would have loved to meet her and Maya explains how her spirit has been dormant for ages now and how she assumes she's moved on.

"If you want I can try and channel-"

"No no no no NO. Its ok!"

This is our first hint that Phoenix is no longer with us, but we don't know until later thats what she means. Sebastian is the prosecutor, the player finds out that Miles is taking a break from prosecuting work, Trucy already knew of course, and Sebastian is dubbed Chief until he comes back, Fran says

"It would've been me were I not on my literal honeymoon right now." We are not told why yet, but it is because of Phoenix. Kay Faraday is the detective, somebody murders someone and frames Maya, no-one is shocked by this. We also get an update on Iris, she's thriving. She wins yada yada.

Next case, a couple of months later, Trucy gets a call from a friend that the player can't identify at first. Its Katrielle Layton. She needs Trucy's legal knowledge because someone is sueing her detective agency because have you seen how they practice. This, of course, turns to murder and we get another surprise when we meet the prosecutor. Who probably has a licence to practise law in England? Simon Blackquill, he is British ok. Yeah, Trucy wins with Kat's help, we meet Ernest and Sherl and Alfendi and Flora if we have time. I miss them. Trucy and Kat have a conversation that cryptically addresses their fathers and their "whereabouts" and living up to their legacy. We see Trucy cry, but only a similar flash to AJ:AA and we do not know why. Yet.

Next case, flashback case. Trucy is the assistant on this case but we still play as her, even in the court sections since Phoenix is prepping her for the bar and getting her to give him the answers. The bar exam is only in three days. Klavier is prosecuting. The case somehow relates to Kristoph and there's the whole mirror dynamic thing of when Phoenix lost his badge. Kristoph is dead by now, but the whole thing is there was a plot inside prison to make Phoenix pay for putting a bunch of them in, Kristoph was the assumed ring leader until he died and the cops now dont know who's running it. Somebody (Godot? That would hurt big time) was their inside man, sent to figure that out, so when whoever it was turned up dead, the whole thing got exposed. We get a bit of a Mia moment in the trial where Trucy tells Phoenix to flip over the receipt (thats evidence for some reason). Phoenix says "I feel like that shouldn't be the second time someone has said that to me". The killer is found, by Phoenix, and put into isolation, as have most of the other participants. We then see Trucy get her badge. They have a conversation and Trucy says Phoenix basically forgot about it for a couple of months. The case closes with a foreboding "and I forgot about it too, until..."

Next case. Phoenix is fucking murdered. Trucy gets a phone call late at night, she hears laboured breathing on the other end and a "don't forget I love you" from Phoenix. Trucy pulls a simba and goes "dad? Dad?!!" And the line goes dead. The player is presented with a choice of who to call. They have two phone calls. Who they choose first makes no difference, but the second time they are forced to choose Ema who will trace Phoenix's phone call. They could call Apollo and he would comfort her, Miles would panic, Maya would say he was just messing around, Athena would sense her distress and say she's coming over etc. You could attempt to call Phoenix back but he would not answer and you would be allowed to call someone else. Ema then traces the phone call and we follow Trucy to the crime scene. We get a truly haunting cutscene where everything kinda goes blurry except Phoenix's face and the blood. Trucy doesn't cry. She stands there in shock. The WAA is there in various states of shock and upset. Return of grieving Apollo I guess. Miles turns up and the look on his face is haunting. Trucy and him make eye contact and they share the thought of something has to be done. And then. "The bar association took me off the case and Papa too, they said we were too close to it. As a result, we never found out who did it... Until now." And we see a determined Trucy face. We jump forward to where we last saw Trucy, she and Pearl are coming back from England and its a bit more cheery. Trucy sends Pearl on a train back to Kurain and heads on home. She enters the house and we see Miles pouring over Phoenix's case. He jumps up and runs towards her.

"Trucy! I think I have a lead, I-"

"Papa, you're tired, go to bed." (Or better dialogue along those lines)

Its clear he's been doing this sort of thing a lot.

"But I do! At least...I think I do..."

He trails off and rests his head in his hands.

"Do I? Or am I just a mess?"

Trucy gives him a sad smile.

"C'mon let's go to bed."

Miles returns the sad smile and fades out like all ace attorney characters do. The player is given the option to look around. There's probably some emotional dialogue and bits that give clues to how she and Miles have been fairing the past 3 years. Answer is, not very well. Examine the pile of papers on the table. Trucy will take a look and then realise her papa may have actually been onto something. Its a diagram of which prisoners knew each other, with an arrow from each leading to a defense attorney we have never met. Trucy is confused, but she calls for Miles anyway. He comes back downstairs and Trucy asks him about this lead he found.

"Well I realised all those prisoners would know this defense attorney (insert name?)"

"Why? And why would they be suspicious?'

"They (pronouns?) Were always the defense attorney who would take on the cases of those Wright had already accused. They gained a reputation of being the doomed defense attorney."

"So... They knew all the prisoners in the plot and they had a grudge against daddy... Papa I think you're onto something!"

And the case continues, since we already know who's been accused, it plays out more like an investigations game, Trucy has to prove it, with Miles' help of course, literally every other character we know and love plays a part in making sure this guy gets a guilty verdict. There is still a courtroom bit and a moment when all is looking dark, Trucy literally has a full on breakdown as the Judge threatens to remove her from the case again. Miles is by her side, they're both technically prosecution here i guess. Miles, however, is too deep in his own mental breakdown to help. Everyone else is in the gallery besides Pearl. Pearl channels Phoenix as a last hope sort of thing. Phoenix comforts her and tells her to keep fighting, he touches her badge and probably says some sort of bullshit about it. The Judge is about to bang the gavel when Trucy and Phoenix object at the same time. Miles looks up and realises whats going on and he objects too, a little later. The battle goes on until it finishes and the other attorney has a breakdown that steals little bits from every other murderer Phoenix has put behind bars.This is the one time seeing the word guilty on your screen feels good. There's a whole heartwarming celebration at the end, Phoenix sticks around for a little bit and everyone gets a bit of closure. Its assumed he's gone since Pearl passes out and Trucy dips out for a sec. She's away from the festivities, staring at the badge in her hand and we see someone coming up behind her. Maya is channelling Phoenix now. He gives Trucy a hug and utters the words "the only time a lawyer can cry is when its all over and, Trucy darling, my light, its over." Echoing both Diego and Mia.

And the screen fades to black with a final hug between father and daughter.

#ace attorney #my writing #trucy wright #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #maya fey #franziska von karma #pearl fey #professor layton sorta #etc i cba to tag everyone #tw death #tw grieving #tw blood #tw murder #:)#wrightworth #franmaya

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