The Ex Boss and The Killer
He listened to her, his eyes never leaving the one before him, his mind racing around the words she was speaking, every new information she was adding was making him understand she was clueless of him and that was good, why had he never thought about his luck. He was always lucky in his investigations.
Even Edgeworth admitted it countless numbers of time how he was lucky, he even remembered at one point and time people where dubbing him as “That Idiotic Lucky Genius” due to the number of times he lost evidence and was still able to win the case, over and over again.
She was apologizing for abandoning him as he merely cocked his head, too easy, this was too easy and it was not fun, he wanted her to realize how much he had deteriorated, how much he had gone down the road, what was the thrill of that if nothing happened, as he ordered tea and downed two pills:
"Well I guess you never really read what’s been going on, with Ema Skye’s death all the way down to Apollo and Athena’s death as well. Most say it was just natural cause, but that is further from the truth. I have been getting case after another, short staffed from the lack of people and pretty much… oh…. I’m sorry about your sisters death"
Did she know that the Fey’s were dead, all of them without a single remorse, he needed to do it, and it was nothing he was regretting, truth was what started out as justice became really fun, he had been the butt of jokes for so long now it was nice to watch the chaos ensuing without lifting a finger, and no one understood the connection of the letters, and even if they did how could you prove it, how can you rove something that was not proven.
"You did what was best for everyone Mia, no hard feelings"
She'd been about to ask what pills he'd just taken—was he ill?—when he mentioned the mysterious deaths. She'd heard about Ema Skye, had nearly come back to Los Angeles to comfort Lana, but decided against it. She felt it would be more taxing to have one's deceased best friend come back from the dead than comforting.
No, it was Maya and Pearl's deaths that had her booking the next flight to Los Angeles. Her family, dead, and to think she might have been able to stop this...She shuddered, guilt wracking her slight frame. Mia didn't want to speak about it, didn't want to think about it. She stared miserably down at her lap, refusing to let the tears fall. It wasn't over; she could still catch whoever had taken them from her. Mia had never felt more alone than that moment she learned her family had died.
"Thanks." At least Phoenix was there for he. Wasn't he? She didn't want to say it, but something seemed very wrong. She couldn't say what exactly was bothering her, she didn't really know that herself. Mia couldn't help but wonder if Phoenix had really changed for the better when she'd died.
"Do...Do you know how...how they died? I couldn't exactly go to the police and ask, you know? And I couldn't get a hold of Detective Gumshoe," she added, anxiously peering over at her once-apprentice.
