A hollow imitation of someone who should've actually fought back

The Last Rites Prosecutor “Deep down I believed he would save me like he did that day. But it was just a dream…and now that dream has died. It was murdered, along with Dhurke! So now, as the eldest, the responsibility falls squarely onto me.” Nahyuta Sadhmadhi Ace Attorney Isola Affiliated | Please read rules and app before interacting. Not indie friendly. Warning in advance that this blog will also not be AA6 spoiler-free icon by ohprcr used with artist permission

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Nahyuta needs a moment to himself. He finds a moment of respite by stopping under a tree. He thinks he’s near the manor at this point. Would it be safe to go home? Does he even want to? It’s...

He leans his head back with a sigh, taking as shallow a breath as possible to avoid exacerbating the wound on his side. That’s what he got for engaging in physical combat with multiple assailants. But it was done. She was gone. She couldn’t--

She couldn’t touch him here. Not again. 

Before he’s realized it, he’s...crying? Is that what this is? He lets out a shaky breath, clenching his teeth as pain lances through his side. Is it wrong to feel relief? He had dirtied his hands...but for Rayfa--

A sound nearby puts him instantly on alert, not that he can move that quickly. Seeing a familiar face makes it easy to relax. Thank goodness he doesn’t need to fight now...he’s...definitely not feeling up to it.

“Athena...you startled me. Apologies...are you doing alright?”

If their voice wavered, if their tears were apparent...they were going to act as if everything was fine. Because it had to be. It was over with. 

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dcilayton‌:

“… Yes. I think I will join you. I am in a bit of a mood right now and that would honestly be for the best.”

“Come. Sit down next to me and think of all your worries and concerns of the physical world. And then...let them go, and move on.”

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ingoldentent‌:

He moves to whisper at the prosecutor’s ear. “…Sahmadhi-san, I may be a fool, but I’m not an idiot. Do you see me presenting any signs of bleach poisoning? Just play along when Wright-san passes by.”

That...at the very least...is a relief. Thank the Holy Mother that at least one of their coworkers wasn’t a complete moron.

“As much as I am...relieved you are safe. And...do not mind in the slightest harassing the barb-headed lawyer...I believe I need to sit down before I pass out from stress.”

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ingoldentent‌:

“Indeed, what has he done.” He replies with a bemused tone. “If only this demonstration of irresponsible drinking of dangerous substances by a protegé of his finally made him change his ways~.”

“Nothing will change that man, he is a fool and an imbecile!” Nahyuta’s very distressed now, thank you for asking. “I beg of you, think of your own life. It is not worth it to die for this man.”

[dcilayton]

“You ever feel your ability to comprehend the world around you start to splinter from the sheer amount of ridiculousness you’re surrounded with?”

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“I am going to go meditate because I cannot stand these people. I welcome you to join me.”

[ingoldentent]

Don’t mind Battler, he is casually setting a magic circle under the agency’s building, so that all dangerous liquids brought into it are turned into innofensive stuff like water or juice upon contact with the digestive tract.

Now he can casually sip some ‘bleach’, thus trolling the other folks, while sparing himself and the actual dangerous liquid drinkers from harm.

[lastritesprosecution]

“O Holy Mother, what has that barb-headed lawyer done to you people.”

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“How is it I look away for 20 seconds and the Agency’s idiots are already on their bullshit?”

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wrightsideofthelaw‌:

“You didn’t wake me. I had a pretty bad dream myself.” he trails off, not meeting Nahyuta’s eyes. Phoenix isn’t sure if he’s ever seen them like this– he almost feels like he’s intruding. (Not that has any room to judge on appearances, it’s not like he looks fashionable in one of Miles’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants.)

He moves aside a bit to let them pass, though he’s not leaving their side just yet. After that dream… he has to be sure they’re really OK. He’s taking it as a good sign that he wasn’t immediately thrown out or insulted, so he keeps talking.

“Nahyuta, then.” Their name feels a little strange to say– he’s been trying to be as formal as possible up until now… mostly because he was sure Nahyuta wanted nothing to do with him. “It’s your home too, I hope you know.”

Silence falls between them again, and Nick’s hard pressed for what to say next. Honestly, he didn’t even think he’d make it this far.

“Do you want a cup of tea or anything? I was thinking about making some.”

Nahyuta pauses on their way to the kitchen, glancing back at Wright. It’s...odd that he’s offering such a thing, but...it’s what they need at the moment. Especially after...

It didn’t matter.

They wonder briefly why he would be so concerned about them if he’d only had a bad dream. It wasn’t as if Nahyuta was all that important in his life, were they? Nahyuta had more nightmares than they could count about losing Apollo...Dhurke...Rayfa...or Amara... Dreams where their father was just a moment too late--and they lose sight of their brother as they’re mercilessly pulled underwater, and wake up gasping for breath. 

Still, they shove those thoughts aside for now. No one of their family was here. When they returned home...then they could deal with it. But until then...

“Yes. Tea would be fine... Thank you, Mr. Wright.”

Since he seems to have it covered, Nahyuta sits down uncertainly at the kitchen table. They can’t help but look at the tattoo on their palm, which is uncovered (for once) as they removed their glove before bed. 

“It...feels peculiar to think of this as my home. Forgive me, but I don’t...”

They ignore the fact their voice just wavered. It didn’t. It didn’t. 

“It feels...odd. Being around someone who reminds me so much of my father, and yet...Apollo is nowhere to be found. Even after our father sent him to America...shortly after, my mother and Rayfa were there... But...”

It’s unusual for Nahyuta to be so honest and soft spoken around Phoenix, but it’s probably just a result of little sleep and a bad dream, correct?

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Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

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@lastritesprosecution​

…..!

Phoenix jolts upright in bed, putting a hand to his chest as he tries to calm his breathing. It was a dream, then? It seemed so real, and Nahyuta…

He has to check on Nahyuta. He knows his presence might be unwelcome, but at this point he doesn’t care. Careful not to wake Miles as he slips out from under the covers, he quietly makes his way to Nahyuta’s room.

Cracking open the door just to peek in, he’s surprised to see them sitting up in bed.

“Prosecutor Sahdmadhi? Sorry, I…” he pauses in the doorway, concern written all over his face.

“This sounds silly, but… I just wanted to make sure you were doing OK.”

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Nahyuta doesn’t know when they woke up. Or why. All they remember is the feeling of a name so familiar to them whispered with shock. Fear. Affection? How could they have confused someone for Apollo. It was a dream--though perhaps more akin to a nightmare--and dreams never truly made sense, did they? Had they perhaps seen Apollo, for just a split second--?

It’s best to stop those foolish thoughts. Instead, their hand drifts to their abdomen. There’s no pain. No marks. Just some slight nausea at the thought of their brother--

Enough, Nahyuta. Quit thinking like that. 

Thankfully, they’re distracted by the sound of their door opening, and the soft voice of one of their dads Wright. He sounds...concerned. Perhaps they had said something in their sleep. Because it wasn’t like--no. Even though he was there, it was impossible that he would have had such a dream.

“Y...Yes. I apologize if I woke you. It was...just a bad dream.”

They should probably get up and get a drink though, to calm their nerves. They push back the covers fully, getting out of bed and running a hand self consciously through their hair. It’s been freed from its usual braid, instead in the messy bun they’ve been wearing as of late. With so many all-nighters, they’ve begun to lose track of the last time they properly braided it. 

Something Wright said bothers them, and they take a moment as they pause to think about it. 

“You...Don’t have to be so formal. Nahyuta is fine. This is yours and Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth’s home. Not the office.”

They speak quietly, their voice unusually soft and lacking all of the hostility that would usually accompany any words directed towards a defense attorney. Instead, they sound slightly confused, a strangely vulnerable look in their eyes.

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fxllenmidnightstar‌:

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“Maccy...and cheese.”

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