phoenix wright...... what are you hiding
why do you love the way you do? why do you devote your life to others? why do you believe in people so strongly and blindly? why? what led you to be this way? what haven't you told us, as the audience.
the hawthornes (BOTH of them), the feys, edgeworth, trucy, apollo, ema.... so on, so forth. do you owe something to any of these people? what leads you to love them before breathing and put your life and safety in danger for their sake? what leads you to love so, so hard, that you could swallow glass, get hit in the face, tased, whipped, and God knows what else that you went through off screen, just for the people you love? how is it that it's never mentioned, never verbally specified, that it is love, but you show it through every breath.
so why. why do you believe in edgeworth? why did you defend a girl you didn't know until the very end, after her big sister died? why did you stop working once that very girl left your life, after the man you risked so much for committed suicide? why do you hold this poor little girl's hand and let her cry on your shoulder within a day of knowing her? why were you completely willing to do anything a kidnapper told you to do the second you find out your best friend, the most important person in your life, might be in danger? Why, after the man you thought was dead and who left you mourning a loss that never happened comes back, do you forgive and put all your trust in him again? why do you ask him, take my badge, and defend this woman for me. this woman who i'm not even completley sure who she is. this woman who has the same face of the girl i once almost gave up my life for. i believe in you. take my place. why did you run across a burning bridge when you thought your best friend was in danger, again? why, after your entire life falls apart, do you keep yourself alive just to look after a little girl you don't even know? why is love the very first thing you do?
after your life falls apart around you, and you try to repress the love you have inside you, you can't help but clap at your daughter's little magic tricks she's so proud of. you wear the beanie she knits you along with a pin gifted to you by a girl you knew years ago. you see a boy; a boy fresh out of law school, a novice, a rookie with a heart full of love and justice, who's just lost his mentor and life, a boy who's just like how you used to be before everything fell apart. and you just can't help it, you try to hide it, but it's in vain; you stay by his side, you let him be guided by your hand in the same way you were guided before. you don't think about it twice, because you're phoenix wright, and you love even when it hurts you.
is there even a reason behind it? do you just have a heart of gold? do you just have so much love in your heart, you put it over anything else? so much, that you let it be what literally makes you indestructible? or is there more to it? you're not a reliable narrator, we know that much, is there something else that fuels you with love and faith in people? will we ever know?
you're a lost cause, you're a bird that's died and resurrected, you're a strong grip on a hand that leads you, you're the hand that leads others, you're the salvation of the innocent and the not-so-guilty, you're the glue that sticks back together the pieces of broken people, you're a friend, you're a father, a mentor, a student, you're a rival, and an ally
phoenix wright.... phoenix wright....
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