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“Most of the time, yes,” he replied, pursing his lips slightly as he thought. Of course, there was much more to it than the prosecutor, but he supposed it would seem that way to a defense attorney, and especially one such as Mia Fey. This, again, was not an altogether too kind thought towards the woman, but it wasn’t like he had any intentions of voicing his opinion. In truth, a trial’s outcome – the question of whether the truth would or would not be found – often depended on the assisting detectives just as well, the underappreciated ones who did most of the legwork (including keeping nosy defense attorneys in line at crime scenes).

[ His answer was fair, she decided. Attributing equal credit to both parties was something she had not thought possible of his younger self. Perhaps a change had taken place, and it was one she welcomed. That obnoxious prosecutor she had known...who would’ve figured he’d mature so much in the span of four years? ]

“I’d have preferred the long time to remain indefinite.”

“Just call me Apollo: everyone does.” (Either that or Polly, but I’d rather not have that nickname…)

“Well if you had been asking much more competent questions instead, maybe I wouldn’t be as annoyed as I currently am!” Eve huffed, clearly irked. Certainly her anger wasn’t all that justified, but seriously, what kind of person asked such common sense questions? She was in high school and even she avoided asking something like that!

“There, that’s my competent question for the day. It’s food for thought. Think it over thoroughly, despite your annoyance, and get back to me. Common sense isn’t that hard to find, is it?”

“Ah – there is no need to thank me for that, really,” he said, a little stiffly. Of course he told her, he thought inwardly. After all, Mia Fey had mentored Wright. That thought alone should have been able to make Edgeworth think a little more highly of her – after all, he had a great amount of respect for Wright himself, even if some of his courtroom tactics were… questionable – but he couldn’t bring himself to. First impressions left a big mark in him, usually, as he was still quick to judge, even though he no longer was as quick-tempered as he used to be – and he remembered Mia Fey still as the girl who fainted at the sight of death, and then nearly abandoned her chosen profession altogether. Overall, in Edgeworth’s mind, it had created the image of a weak-willed person, one he couldn’t wholeheartedly respect.

[ Not that she blamed his incredulity, however. Few impressions could be changed. Mustering a tone of pristine politeness, Mia took a slight pause before answering him in kind. At the very least, he’d answered her question honestly.]

“I suppose that’s true. Court is intended for revealing the truth, though it can difficult at times. The partiality towards prosecutors...well, one can only understand that firsthand. You could say a trial’s path very much depends on its lead prosecutor, yes?”

“M-Mia?! What- what in the world?!” Lana took a few moments to recover from the shock of seeing her deceased friend alive again. “Y-Yes, I recall you telling me about them, but I never thought I’d witness it so soon…”

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Selective, mutuals only

In retrospect, it was easy to see the various points in time when Mia Fey had aided Phoenix during his trials from beyond the grave. Yet, for the longest time, Edgeworth had refused to believe it was real; that anything the Feys did was more than a hoax (even though he quite liked Maya as a person).

Now, here she stood, and since the Deauxnim murder case, Miles had been forced to admit that there was more to it than met the eye – he couldn’t look at her and say you’re not real.

That aside, his personal opinion of Mia Fey herself had never been particularly high.

   [ Mia, too, avoided mentioning her linage, and, in life, she deliberately left her Magatama uncharged. It was a symbol, as it were, of the lifestyle she had relinquished--escaped from. She could not blame Edgeworth for his incredulity. ]

   [ She still maintained, however, that he was anything but a sterling gentleman. ]

“How kind of you to offer, Mr. Edgeworth, but I don’t require anything at the moment. A simple acceptance of my thanks will suffice. Phoenix told me about you filled in for him--impressively so, in fact.”