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"I… am not the person you think I am," she says instead, and all five of her peers jump at the sound of her voice.
"We have eyes, you know," says Two, and Lamiroir grimaces behind her veil.
"I am not her," Lamiroir insists in a quiet voice. "If I ever was anyone, I am no one now, and have not been for many years."
The five jurors fall silent for a few moments. Having seen the same footage of conversations as she did, they ought to realize that Thalassa Gramarye—only daughter of Magnifi Gramarye, wife of Zak Gramarye and mother of their daughter, gunshot victim and, by a twisted sort of logic, the catalyst for this whole thing—is supposed to be dead with a hole in her head, but she's coming back to life in front of their eyes, as disparate pieces of who Thalassa was and is start to slot into the empty spaces between where Lamiroir the Borginian songstress starts and ends.
A glimpse behind closed doors into the jury deliberation for State v. Misham (2026).
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Hurrying to catch up with her, Apollo intones, "Trucy," voice firm and almost brotherly—which is a strange thing to think about a person she's only known for about a day, probably, but Trucy is proudly and irrevocably strange. "Does your, uh… Would Mr. Wright not care?"
Air rushes out through the open door like a vacuum, blowing Trucy's cape at her back. She tilts her head, studying Apollo's grouchy and almost concerned expression, sweaty bangs hanging down over his big ol' forehead and into his sad brown baby cow eyes, and thinks, huh, what a strange thing to ask.
At the intersection of multiple thefts, a murder, and her Daddy's penchant for trouble, Trucy Wright gains a brother.
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Clay is reminded, not for the first time, that Apollo might very well be the bravest person Clay has met. He tells him so, and Apollo tilts his head, with one hand still holding tight to Clay for support but the other trailing back and forth in the water curiously.
"What, don't believe me?"
Apollo huffs. "It's not that. You're just being corny."
"Baby, I was born on the cob," Clay says, to which Apollo responds by splashing water at him—a cruel and unfair punishment, given that Clay's too worried about scaring him to retaliate.
Clay takes Apollo to the lake. For once, everything is fine.
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They send Clay home from the hospital on so many painkillers that he’s pretty sure he spends the ride to the apartment on a different plane of reality, one where time moves simultaneously too fast and too slow, like long, drawn-out moments that flicker in and out, separated by eyeblinks that feel more like short naps. His dad typically drives like an asshole, but right now he’s coasting just under the speed limit, making careful turns and slow stops like he’s got a baby in the backseat.
He’s got Clay in the backseat. Does that count? Clay was a baby, once. He was his dad’s baby. And his mom’s baby. But now he’s an adult, and he doesn’t have a mom anymore, and—Clay blinks. What was he just talking about?
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OR: The knife plunged into Clay Terran's chest misses his heart. Sometimes he worries it was meant to strike true. -
heart beats like a tambourine by worms212
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
13 Feb 2026
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"Having been adrift for so long, Apollo is certain of only one thing: that Clay’s orbit is what keeps him tethered to anything at all. Apollo was orphaned and left with no family, over and over again. The only thing he could do is make his own from scratch, even if it’s just the boy next to him, and no one else."
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Or: Clay and Apollo, Apollo and Clay, locked in perpetual orbit forever, marching to the beat of their own drum. -
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Apollo tips his head against the window and thinks of years spent watching the holiday season pass him by from behind a wall of glass, too parent-less and too sad and not culturally-Christian enough for Christmas in sunny Los Angeles. The lights, the music, the tinsel and fake snow and the false smiles of supposedly happy families, it all always seemed like sentimental veneer to him—as though holiday cheer were something of a commodity, peddled to people with far simpler lives and far happier families than his.
He thinks, now, that he may not have it entirely right. He may, in fact, just be lonely.
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The doctors warned him that the concussion could cause mood swings, especially combined with the pain of his other injuries and his very fresh grief, but he didn’t think it would be so hard. He thought that once everything was all said and done, that he’d feel better—that finding Clay’s killer would be enough catharsis, and that once he got some sleep he would be able to function without this horrible weight crushing his chest or this deep, deep agony clawing at his insides. Foolish, really, as Apollo has lived with the pain of loss his whole life.
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Or: The dust settles, everyone goes home, and Apollo has the biggest physical and mental breakdown of his life. It's a long road toward actually being fine, but it turns out he doesn't have to walk it alone. -
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Trucy searches his face. It’s true that since she’s arrived, Apollo has seemed brighter; stronger, healthier, smiling and self-assured. But here on the mountain, surrounded by the crickets and the foolish moths and Datz’s struggling herb garden, he just looks tired. And sure, it’s 1AM, but it seems deeper than that—a bone-deep sort of tiredness she recognizes from last Christmas, when Apollo was sickly and depressed and barely able to get out of bed.
Some things never leave you. Trucy knows that well; there’s a hole in her own heart that she hasn’t ever been able to fill, no matter how much she tries.
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Or: A year after Apollo moves to Khura'in, his baby sister pays him a visit. This is Trucy Wright, on growing up, wasting time, and telling your brother you love him, maybe not in that order. -
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He tells himself it’s all just a game and nothing he’s doing is wrong, and really, who cares about the proper way of doing things? Lawyers? Phoenix isn’t a lawyer anymore. He’s not claiming to be anything of the sort. He’s just a guy pushing thirty and already washed up, working for chump change and table scraps—the fighting kind, usually, but a bowl of borscht sometimes, too.
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Phoenix Wright, savior complexes, and pitiable brothers-of-daughters.Series
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chavo guerrero, coming off the top rope by worms212
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
31 Aug 2025
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Apollo pouts. Everyone acts like good behavior will get him adopted, or at least into a stable long-term foster home. Apollo is under no such illusions that any level of rule-following is going to make him loveable. People will just make stuff up about him anyway, so why bother?
That’s what happened to Phoenix Wright, after all.
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As a teenager, Apollo longed for an ounce of justice in his messed up life, and found a spark of hope in Phoenix Wright. As the years go by, Apollo is forced to confront the consequences of hero worship, his own anger issues, and the complicated reality of imperfect fathers.Series
- Part 1 of beat the champ
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As Phoenix Wright hurries off through the courtroom doors, Trucy calls out, “See ya later, old boy!” She gets a wave in return, but behind Phoenix’s easy smile, Apollo can sense a deep uncertainty. He wonders if it’s anything like the worry that swirls in his own stomach, even now.
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Or: At nine years old, Apollo is shipped off to America to stay with his mother. The rest, as they say, is history. -
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Athena’s shoulders droop. “Apollo, I don’t mind worrying about you. It’s not something I could or ever would stop doing just because it makes you feel icky.” Before Apollo can fire back, she tacks on, “If you regret this and you never wanna try again, then fine, but I didn’t agree to teach you to swim because I thought it’d be easy and painless. I did it because you’re my friend. Family, even.”
Apollo looks away, flustered.
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Or: Apollo asks Athena to teach him how to swim. It does not go as well as he hoped. -
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"Can you come get me?"
There’s a wind blowing off the coast when Miles parks the car, gently lifting his bangs aloft. He walks up to the edge of the pier and scans the rocky shore for signs of Trucy in the dark. He finds her on a lonely bench overlooking the sea, clutching her backpack in her lap like a lifeline. Her windswept hair hangs loose over her shoulders; it’s longer now than when Miles last saw her. His chest aches at the thought of their time spent apart, despite still residing in the same city.
But Trucy is in front of him now, wringing her hands in her lap and tapping her foot just as she would as a child, waiting for him at the airport. Miles telegraphs his movements as he approaches and sits gingerly beside her on the bench, saying nothing. Trucy’s a big talker, and Miles is not; he’ll happily join her in silence until she decides to break it.
Trucy is left alone after supposed friends leave her behind. Luckily, her Uncle Miles always, always comes back.
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“It’s a strange one. Your services have been requested overseas.”
Nahyuta’s hands freeze. “Overseas?”
“In Los Angeles,” Inga clarifies. He sets the cigar back between his teeth. “Sounds like you’ve been making quite a name for yourself, Sahdmadhi.”
Los Angeles. It lights up some stupid, idiotic, childish part of his brain, and he’s forced to tamp down his reaction with practiced poise to avoid Inga’s ire.
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“I really can’t believe this,” Ren snaps, incredulous. “I warned you, Zenkichi warned you, we all warned you. Already, you’re just like them. Loyal dogs of the state who would sooner ruin a kid’s life than take a hit to their own careers.”
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Or: As teenagers, Ren and Makoto swore to be "comrades in justice." The reality of that turns out to be a little more complicated. A dual-perspective study of what happens when two former vigilantes attempt to seek justice by ordinary means—and one of them has police trauma. -
clinging to the shapes in the silence by worms212
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
11 Feb 2025
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“If I hadn’t snuck on board,” Trucy says, “would you have made your decision even knowing I wasn’t here to say goodbye?”
“...Yeah,” Apollo admits. “I’m sorry.”
So that was always going to be it, then. After all that they went through together, after all the times Apollo nearly died and the times he left and came back and they ended up stronger for it, he was always going to get on a plane and not come back.
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OR: Trucy and Apollo have a chat about Apollo staying in Khura'in. Trucy doesn't take it well, at first. -
With a billion horns blazing (it's amazing just to know you're alive) by worms212
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
07 Feb 2025
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He climbs in the passenger’s seat and Trucy slides into the backseat next to Apollo, who might be half asleep. Clay’s jacket now lies discarded reverently in his lap and Athena’s teal windbreaker is wrapped around his shoulders instead. The thumb of one hand runs idly over the hem of the jacket, and Trucy reaches to hold the other; Apollo barely even reacts.
“He said he was cold,” Athena whispers when she catches Phoenix watching the pair of them through the rearview mirror. She puts the car in drive and pulls out of her parking space. “Clay’s jacket has Apollo’s blood on it.”
Phoenix winces. That’s right, he was wearing it when Tonate attacked him.
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Or, the night of the UR-1 retrial, Phoenix Wright picks up the pieces. The lines between father, mentor, and friend may be blurrier than he once anticipated, and that might just be okay. -
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And yet, Nahyuta remembers. Other than Datz, he is the only one left who does: For the first nine years of his life, Apollo ran barefoot and free at Nahyuta’s side, yammering on and on to him in Khura’inese in a voice as loud as a warba’ad’s cry. And here he is again, some 15 or so years later, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the elegance of a royal family to which his only real connection is Nahyuta.
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And then, suddenly, it’s quiet. There’s darkness again, silence. Tentatively, Apollo opens his eyes. He can still see the intermittent glow from the fireworks, but he can’t hear them as anything other than a distant, dull rumble anymore. Edgeworth is there in front of him, a hand on either side of Apollo’s head.
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Fresh off the heels of the UR-1 retrial, Apollo learns the bombing left more than just physical scars. He finds an unexpected ally in Miles Edgeworth, who simply cannot help seeing echoes of himself in Apollo's nascent trauma and grief. Meanwhile, Phoenix proposes a toast. -
ground control to major tom (your circuit's dead, there's something wrong) by worms212
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
11 Jan 2025
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“So, it doesn’t actually have to be fine. I mean, we gotta keep going anyway, right? But it’s allowed to suck.”
Ema doesn’t yet know how right she is; everything in Apollo’s life is a series of befores and afters. It’s a series of losses, abandonments, homes and families and safe places going out like supernovae over and over again without end. He finally found something like stability with the Agency, and now he’s nearly gone and screwed that one up too. Now, with Clay gone and the court system literally blown wide open, Apollo can’t help but feel it’s only a matter of time before the vacuum of space opens up and swallows him whole.
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OR: Following the UR-1 retrial, Apollo is still mourning Clay while recovering from his injuries. Ema is tasked with performing a wellness check.