Turnabout for Justice

The Start of the End

It was a somber day, despite the weather. Holding a steady seventy degrees outside, with only a few clouds dotting the sky, it almost seemed like the cheery temperature was simply there to taunt him and his inner turmoil.

Stupid clouds.

Rather than ponder the reasons behind why he had assigned the clouds the personalities of PTA moms, Miles Edgeworth knew he had to get back to the problem at hand, a one Simon Blackquill. Next month, December, marked the beginning of the man's final year alive, having been sentenced to death on account of murdering his mentor, Metis Cykes.

The ruling never sat right with him, even if Blackquill declared himself guilty and has stuck by that for the entirety of these last six years. Before now, it wasn't like he could do much about it, while well respected for the most part, even he couldn't get a convicted criminal out of jail. Not that he could do that now, but as the Chief Prosecutor, he did have a bit more power.

His husband always told him to trust his gut, and his gut helpfully informed him that Simon was innocent, or at the very least, didn't deserve the death sentence. Perhaps a part of that was remembering what Simon had been like when he first became a prosecutor, still, there were few prosecutors that found the truth more important than a winning record back then. Alone, that raised some flags in Miles's head.

Simon was always happy back then, he had this cheerfulness to him that back then brought relief to Miles; knowing he was not the only prosecutor that no longer cared about a winning streak. It reminded him in some ways of Wright, who always had, and still does, this sort of childish innocence to him. A sort of faith in the truth making itself known when needed. Miles couldn't imagine the frustration he feels at that truth now, knowing that the truth is still hiding from the eyes of the law, laying in wait for it's victim's eventual demise.

It wasn't just Simon's kindness and faith in the truth that always didn't sit right. Simon adored Metis and her daughter, Athena, if he remembered correctly. He had a picture of them, and one other woman who Edgeworth figured was his sister or cousin, in his wallet and always pulled it out to show off at any chance he got. Much like Wright's fascination with showing his badge to people, or their wedding ring, for that matter.

This was not to say he really knew Simon for the brief time he worked at the office before the incident, most of his time was spent busy with cases and getting prepared to become the Chief Prosecutor since Lana Skye had to step down, what, ten years ago now? It had to be more, but Edgeworth did not find himself wishing to check. The cases were a bad memory he wished to forget. Though given that her younger sister, Ema, was a detective now, he found that a bit more challenging.

Thankfully she didn't seem to hold a grudge against him for prosecuting the case.

Wright will be taking the bar exam in a couple months, which was a pain to arrange. It would be worth it though, he hated having his husband mope around the house not being able to be out and working like he wanted to be. Despite being able to help their daughter and Apollo out on cases every now and then, assisting a case was never the same as actually running one.

But... Perhaps it would do. Until Wright got his badge back, perhaps assisting cases would be a good start.

Miles wanted Simon to get back into the world again, perhaps even prosecuting again. That wouldn't be an easy feat to pull off though, even as the Chief Prosecutor. There would be few other prosecutors that would be willing to work with a convicted criminal. Their job was, after all, to get criminals in jail. Though he was sure he would be able to convince a few to give it a chance, he was sure Simon would be of help. At least, that was the plan.