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Franziska wasn’t sure if they truly believed in ghosts. Nor did they think such things as spirit channeling were possible, though that had changed after prosecuting the case of Maya Fey. Before they had always tried to find a logical explanation, or waved it away as a simple differing of beliefs. Despite any previous feelings, they stood at the gates of Kurain village, an old photo neatly folded in their hands. 

Instead of entering, they stared at the entrance. They weren’t sure why they had even come. Why had they decided to seek out something so foolish? Yet here they were. Franziska continued to stand there for a few moments, before collecting themself and finally stepping into the village.

It was, as they expected, fairly void of people. Though that didn’t bother Franziska. They were never too fond of large groups. Besides, they had only come here for one person and one person alone. They were fairly certain Maya Fey would be here. If she wasn’t, well, Phoenix Wright would hear about it. Actually, he’d meet the end of their whip.

Admittedly, Franziska wasn’t sure where they were supposed to be going. The information about Kurian had been lacking, hence why they had even spoken with Wright in the first place. He had said they needed to head to the Fey Manor. Though he had neglected to tell them where the manor would be located. 

Before they could start looking, though, they spotted a familiar young girl. Pearl Fey. It had been a few months since they’d last encountered the youngest Fey. They recalled their last encounter had not been so friendly. Pearl Fey was not fond of them then, and from the resentful expression on her face it seemed the feeling had yet waver. Franziska didn't have time to focus on those ill feelings though.

"Hello Pearl Fey," Franziska greeted the young girl.

Pearl's expression changed from resentful to down right furious, "Go away! I won't let a mean prosecutor like you near Mystic Maya again!"

It was, admittedly, a bit hard to take Pearl Fey seriously. She looked adorable, like a puppy. But Franziska couldn't help but respect how deeply she cared for her older cousin. If they didn't know any better, Franziska might have assumed the two Fey's were sisters. Though they doubted calling them sisters would be entirely incorrect.

"Do not fret, I am not here as a prosecutor. I simply request Maya Fey's aid," Franziska explained gently.

Pearl Fey's eyes narrowed at them. Franziska couldn't quite determine what the expression meant. Did she not believe them? Or maybe she did, but was still upset. Maybe it was a mix of both. The young Fey was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a new face.

"Franziska?," Maya Fey's voice was filled with shock, "What are you doing here?" She asked, then added with a small laugh, "I haven't been accused of murder again, have I?"

Despite her laugh, Franziska could detect something else. Dismay? Fear? Sadness? It was hard to tell, as Maya Fey hid it well. The fact that she was hiding something concerned Franziska, and they weren’t sure why it did. Though they decided to attribute it to her job, and ignore the feeling for now.

"I request your services," Franziska explained.

Maya Fey looked confused for a few moments, then, "Oh! You want me to channel someone? Is it for a trial?"

Franziska shook their head, "No, it is for me."

Maya Fey's confusion returned, "Did you want me to channel your fa-"

Franziska cut her off, "No! No. I wanted you to channel my mother."

"Oh! Alright but, there is a problem," Maya Fey held her hand in front of her mouth, looking dismayed, "I'm kind of booked today."

"Oh, unfortunate," Franziska was a bit surprised. 

They knew quite a few people believed in spirit channeling, but they’d never expected Maya Fey's entire day to be booked. That didn't bother Franziska too much, though. They could just return another day. It's not like they urgently needed to speak with her mother. No, they could wait.

"I'm free tomorrow, though!" Maya Fey said.

"But Mystic Maya," Pearl Fey started, looking up at her older cousin, "Tomorrow is your day off!"

Maya Fey shook her head, "No, it's fine. Anything for a friend!"

Friend? Maya Fey considered them, Franziska von Karma, a friend? The notion surprised Franziska to say the least. Granted, they didn't expect Maya Fey to hate them, but they didn't expect to be on the same level as a friend either. 

“Are you sure, Maya Fey?” Franziska questioned.

“Of course!” Maya Fey nodded.

“Well, I guess I shall return tomorrow then,” Franziska said.

Before they could turn to leave, Maya Fey stopped them.

“Wait! Why don’t you just stay the night?” She offered.

Franziska blinked, “Maya Fey, that would be asking too much of you.”

“Nonsense!” The girl shook her head, “I insist!”

Franziska suspected there was no way of getting out of this. Besides, it would be nice to learn more about Kurian. They had done a bit of research during the trial of Maya Fey, but that was focused on Spirit Channeling. It would save them from an unnecessary trip as well.

So, with a small sigh, Franziska nodded, “It would be more convenient if I stayed.”

Maya Fey smiled, “Glad you agree! Oh, and I can show you around Kurian after my next session.”

“How long do your sessions usually last?” Franziska inquired. 

“It depends, there isn’t a set time. Sometimes sessions last a few hours, other times only a few minutes. I think this one was booked for three hours, but sometimes they end up being shorter,” Maya Fey explained. 

“I see,” Franziska nodded as she took in the information.

“Well, I have to go-” Maya Fey paused suddenly, and turned to her younger cousin, “Can you take Franziska to the side rooms?”

“Of course Mystic Maya!” Pearl Fey smiled at her older cousin, then turned to Franziska, “Follow me,” Her tone changed from cheerful to nothing in a matter of seconds.

Maya Fey waved as she walked off, Franziska did not wave back but did acknowledge the wave with a small nod. They followed Pearl Fey throughout the manor, glancing at an all too familiar urn as they passed through the Winding Way, until they reached the side rooms. 

“Thank you,” Franziska said to the young Fey.

Pearl Fey did not respond, instead she turned and left. Franziska was left alone in the room. Shikibuton were laid out neatly on the floor. They didn’t have anything to do other than wait, so they decided to pull out her phone. As expected, the service was horrible so far out. That didn’t matter too much though, they had some books that they were particularly fond of saved on their phone.

The sun was about to set by the time Maya Fey had entered the Side Room. Franziska looked up from their phone when they heard the girl enter. She looked tired, but her face seemed to brighten when she saw Franziska. 

“Sorry I took so long,” She apologized.

Franziska shook their head, “It’s alright, no need to apologize for your job.”

“Right,” Maya Fey smiled, “Well, I promised I would show you around- If you’re still interested that is.”

“Yes, that would be nice,” Franziska nodded, getting up from the Shikibuton she had sat on. 

Maya Fey smiled at her, and led her out the door. The tour began. It was rather chaotic, though. In a matter of seconds Maya Fey would get side tracked and start speaking about something entirely unrelated to the topic at hand. Despite that, there was a method to her madness. She’d start by introducing the area, and giving a few fun facts about its history. One of which would eventually lead her into an off topic rabbit hole.

Yet, Franziska couldn’t help but admire Maya Fey for that. They had never taken the time to truly appreciate Maya Fey before. But now that it was just the two of them, alone and outside of the court of law, they could. They could admire every little thing. The way Maya Fey’s eyes lit up when she spoke about something she loved, the way she was so animated with her hand movements, her little jumps when she got particularly excited about something.

Soon enough, Franziska was admiring other details. Such as Maya Fey’s enchanting brown eyes, and her melodic voice. Her hair, which upon closer inspection had been put up in a haste, and how her bangs perfectly framed her wondrous face. Then there was her smile. Oh her smile. Franziksa would do anything to ensure she kept that delightful smile upon her face.

It seemed Franziska had been staring for too long though, as Maya Fey stopped talking and stared back. When Franziska realized, though, they did not see the irritated expression they expected. Instead, they saw… amusement? Or maybe it was fondness. Either way, she didn’t look upset.

“Ah- I apologize for staring,” They said, turning away.

“It's fine,” Maya Fey said with a small laugh.

“Right,” Franziska nodded, “Still, I am sorry Maya Fey.”

“Maya.”

“What?”

“I want you to call me Maya.”

Franziska turned back to face the girl. Her expression was oddly serious. Franziska was silent. They weren’t sure what to say. Calling people by their full names was the respectful thing to do. They weren’t that close with Maya Fey after all. At least, not from their own perspective. Though it seemed the spirit channeler thought differently. 

“I will keep that in mind,” Franziska eventually responded.

“Thanks,” Maya smiled.

After that small exchange, the tour continued. Franziska learned quite a bit about Kurain, and about Maya herself. The girl remained cheerful as ever throughout the tour, but Franziska could sense something there off about the way she spoke. Though they ignored it, as Franziska didn’t think themself close enough with the girl to make that judgment.

Soon enough the tour had come to an end. Both teens were quite hungry, so Maya led them to the kitchen. Technically they were supposed to eat with the rest of the village, but Maya Fey insisted they head to her room instead. 

“Will we get in trouble?” Franziska questioned cautiously.

“Nah,” Maya said as she picked up both bowls of ramen, “I’m technically in charge here, after all.”

Franziska frowned, “Maya Fey-” they paused, “Maya, does your room have the proper seating to eat?”

Maya smiled, “Nope! We’re gonna eat on my bed.”

“Your bed!?” Franziska exclaimed.

“Yep! It's comfy, okay?” Maya Fey continued to smile.

They frowned, “I’m not sure…”

“It’ll be fine Franzsika!” Maya insisted.

Franziska sighed, defeated. There wasn’t any way they would win this argument. It seemed to be consistent with Maya Fey. She was a lot more stubborn than Franziska first thought she was. Perhaps that was an unfound quality.

Reluctantly, they followed the Fey head to her room. It was nice, and a lot bigger than Franziska thought it would be. The shikibuton in Maya’s room was bigger than the ones in the side room, though that was to be expected. There was a dresser in the corner, on it was an array of figurines and trinkets. Franziska recognized the show they came from, though they couldn’t recall its name.

Along with the figurines was a picture. It was of Maya Fey and someone else. She was older, so Franziska could only assume it was the late Mia Fey. Franziska had never met the woman personally, but they weren’t unfamiliar with the defense attorney. Maya looked a lot younger in the picture, so Franziska could only assume it was an old photo.

Turning their attention back to the Fey in question, they spotted her getting comfortable sitting down on the bed. Franziska stood next to it, looking down as they frowned. Maya Fey looked up at them, and patted the spot next to her. Hesitantly, Franziska sat down next to the girl.

Maya handed Franziska their bowl of ramen- something Maya seemed to favor. Franziska didn’t have ramen that often. They didn’t hate the dish, but generally preferred other more refined foods. This was Maya Fey’s home though, so they would eat what was made without complaint. Besides, Maya was taking time out of her day tomorrow to aid Franziska. The least they could do was eat the food prepared.

Franziska started eating. The ramen was better than they expected. It was rather nice. The ramen was made with eggs and bits of chashu, with some salt and pepper as a bit of extra flavor. It definitely had a lot of love and care put into it. Franziska took their time to savor the dish, contrary to Maya who was already halfway done with hers.

“So,” Maya Fey started, “What was your mom like?”

Franziska paused mid bite, “My mother was… nice.”

“Nice?” Maya raised a brow, “You usually have much fancier words to describe people.”

“I’m not sure how to describe her,” Franziska confessed, “It’s been years since her passing.”

“How long?” Maya asked.

Franziska thought for a moment, “Ten years.”

“Oh wow, it has been awhile,” Maya looked at her sympathetically.

“Yes, it has,” Franziska nodded.

The two sat in silence for a bit, neither sure how to continue the conversion. Franziska could tell Maya Fey was uncomfortable by the silence from the site of her fiddling with her bracelets. Franziska themself didn’t mind it too much, but would much rather have some sort of sound filling the room.

“She liked painting,” Franziska said, eventually.

Maya blinked, “What?”

“My mother,” Franziska clarified, “she liked painting.”

“Yeah?” Curiosity seeped from Maya’s voice.

Franziska nodded, “Yeah. Her paintings littered the mansion walls. I believe she sold her art as well. I still have the one she made for me.”

“What was it?” Maya asked.

“My old cat. Technically it was the family's cat, but I was its favorite,” Franziska gave a small smirk, “The painting was a birthday present.”

She smiled as she remembered it all. Franziska kept the painting in their room, so recalling its details was easy. The painting was extremely detailed, every strand of fur expressed with a stroke from the brush. It was almost like someone had taken a photo, and framed it, rather than a painting. 

Remembering the day they received it was fairly easy as well. Birthdays were always special days, and that was the last birthday they had with their mother. It was the last birthday that felt like a birthday. Their mother was so excited to give them the painting, she made Franziska open her gift first. They remembered how happy they were that their mother had painted something so dear to them. 

“Maybe you could show it to me one day,” Maya said, breaking Franziska out of their thoughts.

Franziska thought a moment, “Perhaps. Though I do not know why’d you want to come to my home simply to see a painting.”

“I dunno, I kinda like spending time with you,” Maya smiled.

“You do?” Franziska questioned.

“Yeah! I think you’re super cool, and interesting,” Maya continued to smile.

Franziska blinked. Why? They did not know each other that well. In fact, they didn’t truly speak outside of cases. Maya’s attitude towards her did not make sense. Yet, Franziska couldn’t help but feel the same. They hadn’t even spent a day with each other, but they knew they wanted to spend more time with the spirit medium.

“I think you’re interesting too, Maya,” Franziska eventually spoke.

That seemed to make Maya smile even more, “Thanks!” She paused, “Hey, I have a question.”

“What is it?” Franziska inquired.

“Can I give you a nickname?” Maya asked.

“A nickname?” They questioned.

“Yeah! Like how I call Phoenix, Nick,” She paused, and gave a small laugh, “hah, nick name.”

Franziska smiled slightly at the joke before shrugging, “I don’t see why not, but I must approve of it first.”

Maya smiled, “Awesome! How about Fran?”

“Fran?” Franziska thought for a moment, “Yes. Fran is fine. You may call me that.”

“Thanks Fran!” Maya exclaimed. 

“You are welcome, Maya,” They smiled slightly.

They couldn’t quite explain it, but something about Maya made them feel comfortable. Safe. Maybe it was her carefree attitude and optimism, maybe it was her friendly nature. Franziska wasn’t sure, but they did know that they felt as if they could let their guard down. Like they could relax. 

It was an odd feeling, one they only had in the safety of their own home or when they were with their brother. It wasn’t a feeling they had often, to say the least. Let alone a feeling they’d get in an unfamiliar location around a person they barely knew. Yet the feeling was there, and Franziska trusted it.

Maya yawned, “Sorry, it’s been a day.”

“Don’t apologize Maya, I understand why you would be tired. If you’d like, I could leave and let you rest,” Franziska offered.

“Yeah,” Maya nodded, “That's probably a good idea.”

Despite her words, Franziska could detect disappointment in her voice. Did Maya not want her to leave? The thought confused Franziska, but most things about Maya confused Franziska. Yet, that confusion didn’t make her think anything less of the Fey girl.

“Uhm,” Maya sounded hesitant as she started speaking, “Do you wanna sleep in here, with me?”

What?

Franziska couldn’t wrap their head around the question. Why? Why did Maya want them to sleep in here? They couldn’t come up with one logical reason for the offer. 

Eventually Franziska answered the question, “Sure.”

Maya smiled. She was silent for a moment before she spoke, “I’ll go grab a shikibuton since I'm already going to return the bowls to the kitchen.”

With that, Maya got up and disappeared outside of the room. Franziska watched her before they decided to pull out their phone. At some point they had received a text from Miles. It was a simple inquiry of how they were doing. Franziska responded with a quick, simple, explanation that they were staying the night. Then they put away their phone and awaited Maya’s return.

Franziska was surprised to discover Maya slept with a light on. The light wasn’t very bright. It was dull and red. Apparently, if what Maya said was true, red light helped a person fall asleep. They didn’t mind the light, though. Sleeping in unfamiliar places always bothered them, so they hoped the light would help with that.

The room was silent as both teens tried to sleep. Normally the silence would be comfortable, but Franziska could sense something off with Maya. They noted how the girl would glance at them out of the corner of their eye. Like she wanted to say something, but did not.

Franziska tried to ignore it so they could get rest, closing their eyes as they attempted to drift off into dreamland. Though they couldn’t help but wonder what was up with Maya. They still didn’t know why they were so concerned, but they were and they couldn’t put those feelings away.

“I’m sorry Franziska,” Maya spoke, breaking the silence.

“Why?” Franziska mumbled.

“I just feel like I invaded your space and uhm… pressured you into this,” Maya explained.

“No,” Franziska shook their head slightly, “If anything I was worried about invading your space.”

“You’re not, don’t worry,” Maya said.

It was silent for a moment.

“Why did you want me to sleep in here?” Franziska asked.

Once again, there was silence.

“I don’t like sleeping alone,” Maya confessed.

“You don’t?” Franziska questioned.

“No. I don’t,” Maya paused, “Whenever I’m in the city, I sleep at Nick's apartment. It’s small, so I don’t feel alone.”

They turned so they were facing Maya, “Why don’t you like sleeping alone, if I may ask?” 

“I get nightmares,” Maya explained, “Being around other people prevents them- well, most of the time.”

“I see,” Franziska paused, “Would sharing a bed prevent them all of the time?”

“Probably,” She nodded, “When I used to share a bed with Mia, I’d never get nightmares.”

Franziska was silent for a few seconds, “Would it help if we shared a bed?”

Maya blinked, “I- are you sure?”

“I’m very sure,” Franziska nodded.

“Well, in that case, if you really want to then we can,” Maya said as she scooted over in her bed.

Franziska got out of their own, and crawled over to Maya’s bed. They snuggled themself inside of it. Maya’s bed was a lot more comfortable than their own, Franziska quickly found out why as they discovered Maya had a few extra blankets. The bed was also warmer due to this fact.

“Uhm,” Maya mumbled as she started speaking, “Can I hold onto you?”

“If you wish,” Franziska nodded.

With that approval, Maya wrapped her arms around Franziska and snuggled into them. Franziska, albeit hesitantly, returned the gesture. They gently held onto the girl. Franziska thought it was nice. They had never been this close with anyone before, they never realized how great it felt to have someone hold you like Maya did. 

They noted how cold Maya was. Surprisingly cold for someone with so many blankets. Instinctively, Franziska snuggled closer to the girl. They wanted to eliminate that coldness using their own body warmth. Maya made a small noise, a chuckle maybe.

“You know, Fran, you’re actually really nice,” Maya’s words were muffled slightly.

Franziska wasn’t sure how to respond. They had been called a lot of things in their life. A demon, a bitch, scum of the earth, but they had never been called nice. They never really tried to be nice, at least not the typical description of the word. Franziska was aware they had an aggressive personality, and that it pushed others away. They didn’t mind though. At least, Franziska hadn’t minded until today. 

It had suddenly clicked for them. They did care about Maya Fey. Not as a person, but as a friend. They liked hanging out with her. Maybe they even felt stronger feelings than just enjoyment of her company. Whatever it was, they knew they wanted to be Maya’s friend. Luckily for them, it seemed Maya had felt the same.

“Thank you,” Franziska eventually spoke.

“You’re welcome,” Maya mumbled, “G’night.”

“Goodnight,” Franziska responded.

They closed their eyes once more and let the world fade away as they drifted off into dreamland. Franziska couldn’t help but wonder what the next day would bring, yet they also dreaded it. Tomorrow meant their reason for coming here would be achieved, and that they’d have no reason to stay in Maya’s company. They never thought that a few hours of hanging out would get them so attached to the spirit medium, but it had. They didn’t want to leave, but they knew they would have to.

It was the first time Franziska had seen the Channeling Chamber since the incident. It was a lot nicer when it didn’t have blood splattered about. Maya was lighting a few candles while Franziska waited on the floor, sitting on their knees. The white robed Maya wore made her even more beautiful. 

Eventually she turned and sat in front of Franziska. Her expression was hard to read, though Franziska wasn’t the best at reading emotions other than fear. They could detect some nervousness from the spirit medium, but Franziska assumed that was due to inexperience.

“May I have the photo?” Maya asked.

Franziska took the photo of their mother from out of their pocket, and handed it to Maya. The girl took the photo and gently unfolded it. 

“I’ll also need your mothers name,” Maya explained.

“Adallindis,” Franziska responded.

It had been years since anyone spoke that name. Their father had practically forbid any mention of her, almost like he was trying to forget she ever existed. He had gotten rid of all her old clothes, her books, everything. Well, everything but her paintings. Those were the only things left untouched. 

Maya started the ritual. At least, that's what Franziska thought she was doing. Whenever she had channeled Mia, Franziska was too focused on the trial, so they had never seen the spirit channeling in action. Patiently, they waited. Franziska wasn’t sure how long it would take, but they were prepared to wait hours.

Though Franziska would not have to wait hours. Their mother, wearing the clothes of Maya, appeared in front of them. Franziska wasn’t sure what to say, so they didn’t say anything. Instead they hugged their mother. Before they knew it, they were sobbing. Ten years. It had been ten years since they had ever seen or spoken with their mother. Ten years since they felt their mother hold them so tightly yet so gently.

“Oh Franziska, my little kriegerin,” Her mother ran her fingers through Franziska's hair, soothing them.

Franziska tried to speak, but they could only get out another sob. They realized how little they got to grieve, how they never got to process their mothers death. At least, never in any meaningful way. They never realized how much they missed their mother. 

“Schatz, it’s okay. Take your time, let it all out” Adallindis said, continuing to hold her child.

Franziska did. They sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. They sobbed until their tears turned into sniffles, then until they couldn’t cry any longer. Franziska continued to hug their mother. They didn’t want to let go again. They didn’t want to lose her once more. Franziska knew this was only temporary, and they intended to make the most of every second they could.

“Mother,” Franziska’s voice was strained from all their sobbing, “I’ve missed you so much.”

Adallindis smiled, “I’ve missed you too, my schatz.”

Reluctantly, Franziska pulled away so they could face their mother properly. Adallindis whipped their tears away, a soft smile on her face the entire time. It was as if they were nine again, and their mother was comforting them after a nightmare. It was something they missed, and they missed it oh so dearly.

“I must ask, why have you called me here my kriegerin?” Adallindis questioned.

“I needed your advice,” Franziska explained, “And I wished to see you once more.”

“I see,” Adallindis gave another soft smile, “What did you need my advice for?”

Franziska sighed, “I am unhappy.”

“How so?” 

“I do not know. I used to be happy, at least I think I was.”

Adallindis closed her eyes, thinking, “When is it you think things changed?”

It was Franziska’s turn to think. When was the last time they were truly happy? Not when Wright had finally been bested, not when their father was exposed for his horrid actions, not even when they became a prosecutor at a young age. When was the last time they were happy?

“When I met Miles,” Franziska spoke their realization aloud.

“Miles?” Adallindis inquired, opening her eyes.

“Father took in a boy shortly after you died, I consider him my brother,” Franziska explained.

“I see. So this was around ten years ago then?” Adallindis questioned.

“Yes,” Franziska nodded.

Then it hit them. Ten years. It had been nearly ten years since they were last happy. Of course, they weren’t upset all the time. There were things that made them happy, but that did not mean they were happy with their life. Actually they didn’t enjoy a lot of it.

“Describe an average day to me, schatz,” Adallindis asked.

“Well, I wake up early and head to the prosecutor's office,” Franziska started, “from there I work on whatever case I am currently on, or take on a new case assuming I don’t already have one. I speak with the detectives and even investigate some things on my own. Of course I also speak with the witnesses. Of course when it's the day of the trial I spend however long that takes doing my proper job as a prosecutor.”

“Do you ever take breaks?” Adallindis asked.

“Breaks? No,” Franziska shook their head, “not typically.”

“Take one,” Adallindis said.

“But-”

“No buts,” Adallindis shook her head, “You, Franziska von Karma, will take a break from your job. As your mother, I order it.”

Franziska frowned, then smiled, “Alright. I will take a break.”

“Thank you, my little kriegerin,” Aallindis smiled back.

“Ich liebe dich,” Franziska hugged their mother.

Her mother hugged back, “Ich liebe dich.”

They were still hugging even after their mother had left, leaving Maya in her place. Franziska could tell Maya hesitated before she kept hugging. No words were exchanged for a while. Instead they both sat in silence. It was strange how comfortable Franziska had gotten with Maya. Maybe they were just desperate, or maybe Maya was just something special.

Yes, Maya was special. She was amazing. So optimistic, and kind, and helpful despite all that she has gone through. Despite the fact that she and Franziska should be enemies, Maya helped. She helped, and she hugged, and she offered her home. Maya was special, and Franziska did not want to lose her.

“I’m sorry,” Franziska choked out.

“Why?” Maya questioned.

“You’ve been so kind to me, and I…” Franziska paused, tearing up.

Maya didn’t let them finish, “That was before. You were just doing your job.”

Franziska was silent.

Maya waited for them to speak.

“I hate my job,” Franziska confessed.

“You do?” Maya questioned, surprised.

Franziska nodded slightly, “I do…” They sighed, “I never wanted it. It doesn’t make me happy.”

“What do you want to do?” Maya asked.

What do you want to do? It was a simple question. Yet, Franziska did not know the answer. They didn’t know what they wanted with their life. It should have been an easy question. They should know the answer. But they didn’t. 

“I don’t know,” Franziska admitted.

“That's alright,” Maya said, finally pulling away from the hug to give Franziska a warm smile, “You have your whole life ahead of you to decide.”

“I guess I do,” Franziska gave a small, tired, smile.

They were only nineteen. Maya was right. They had plenty of time to figure things out. Franziska had plenty of time to choose what they wanted to do. Not the path their father forced them down. No, Franziska would choose their own destiny, their own future. They would bring glory to the von Karma name. True glory. Not the false fame their father brought. 

“Hey Maya,” Franziska took a deep breath.

It's true, they could choose her own path, but for now they needed to rest. They needed to think. They needed a break.

“Yes Fran?” Maya looked at Franziska patiently.

What better place to do that than with the person who helped them come to that realization? The girl who gave Franziska an odd sense of security. 

“May I stay here, and aid you, while I figure things out?” Franziska asked.

“Oh!” Maya nodded, “Sure! I’d love to have you around more.”

“Really?” They blinked.

“Yeah!” Maya smiled.

Franziska returned that smile, “Thank you, Maya.”

They’d have to send a text to Miles later, informing him about their decision- as well as ask him to take care of their cat while they were here. They’d also have to officially resign. Though perhaps they’d hold onto her badge for a bit long, but only a bit. Just so they could be sure this was something they really wanted to do.

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It had been about a week since Franziska decided they’d stay at Kurain. It was all temporary, of course. They’d have to return to their old life eventually. Either that or start anew. Franziska wasn’t sure, in all honesty. The concept of change was terrifying. Yet it was also tempting, it sounded so freeing. Franziska would have to figure out what they enjoyed doing, though. If they were sure about anything, it was that they needed a plan.

Making a plan was easier said than done, though. Franziska couldn’t get anything down. They had no ideas. What did they like? What did they enjoy? They weren’t sure, and that frustrated them. Franziska of all people should know what they like! Yet, they didn’t. They didn’t know. 

Franziska sighed. It was early in the morning and they were already stressed. To elevate it, they started fiddling with their whip. Franziska stretched it methodically as they stared blankly at the floor. Their mind swirled with thoughts of disappointment and failure. As the thoughts grew louder, the fiddling grew quicker. 

It was all so foolish! A von Karma should know what they want! They should know what they want! Franziska scowled at themself. Foolish. Foolish. Foolish! It was all so foolish! Why were they even here? What were they accomplishing? Nothing! That's what. Franziska was nothing but a nuisance. An annoyance taken in by pity.

Why had Maya even let them stay? Stay in Kurain. In her room. They shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t their place. Franzisa wasn’t meant to be here. They should have been taking a case, investigating a criminal, and proving them guilty. They shouldn’t be in Kurain. In Maya Fey’s room. They shouldn’t have even come. Maya probably didn’t even want them here.

It was all pity. It had to be. Why else would they have been allowed to stay? Franziska was inferior to Maya in every way. Maya Fey was perfect. Franziska was broken, flawed, a mess barely holding onto any sense of stability. They were imperfect. 

All of their emotions, their anger, their sadness, their frustration, it all came crashing down. Franziska started sobbing. They tried to stop it, tried to prevent the tears from streaming out of their face. They couldn’t. Why would they be able to? They were pathetic, after all. A shame to the von Karma name. 

So so useless. That's all Franziska was. Useless. Weak. Worthless. Inadequate. A waste of space. What were they doing here? Why did they keep trying? It wouldn’t accomplish anything. They could only cry. They were only able to sob, and sob, and sob. 

There was a noise. Franziska ignored it. They didn’t want to, but it was all they could do. The sound came again, louder. Franziska continued to sob. It was probably nothing, at least nothing that concerned them. Why would it concern them? Why would anyone need them? There the noise was again, closer. It was ignored once more. Useless. That’s all they were. Useless. The world would be better off if they just-

“-ziska!?” suddenly a hand was on their shoulder.

They recognized that voice.

Maya.

It was Maya.

Franziska looked up, eyes red and face stained with tears. Their eye-liner was smeared all over, staining the white sleeves of their shirt. Maya, crouching down next to them, looked terrified. Terrified and concerned. Franziska couldn’t do anything. They couldn’t speak. They couldn’t move. All they could do was continue to sob. Softer now, quieter. 

“Hey, hey,” Maya’s voice was gentle. It was calming. Nice, even. “Are you here now? Are you with me?” 

They nodded slightly, though the true meaning of the question didn’t hit them until after.

That noise. It was Maya. How long had Franziska ignored her?

Franziska wouldn’t get to ponder on the question.

“Franziska, would you like to try a breathing exercise?” Maya asked softly.

They gave another small nod.

“Alright,” Maya spoke gently. Calm despite the worry seeping through, “First I need you to breath in through your nose for six seconds,”

It was hard. Breathing was hard. Franziska expected Maya to yell at them while they struggled, but she didn’t. She waited, giving a soft patient smile until Franziska was able to take in a deep breath. They held it, looking at Maya.

“Now you’re going to hold it for three seconds,” Maya instructed, “then release slowly through your lips.”

The release of breath wasn’t very slow, and it was sloppy. So fucking sloppy. So pathetic and-

Before that train of thought could continue, Maya spoke, “and finally, repeat as many times as you need.”

Franziska blinked. Repeat? Right. They repeated the exercise. They repeated it again and again and again. The entire time Maya stayed right by their side, patiently waiting and giving a smile of encouragement. Soon enough their tears were just stains on their face, their sobs no more.

A silence filled the room. 

They did not like the silence.

Maya did not look upset. If anything she was just worried. But Franziska couldn’t help but feel like a disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” They mumbled.

“Why?” Maya asked.

Franziska avoided her gaze, “You shouldn’t have to deal with this. With me.”

Maya hummed, “You’re right, I don’t have to,” she put a hand on Franziska’s, “but I want to.”

They stared at her hand, “Why?”

“Because Fran, you’re my friend. I care about you, and I want to help you,” Maya explained kindly.

Franziska looked up, meeting her gaze. She was smiling. A kind smile. Franziska did not understand, Why wasn’t she upset? They were a von Karma. And a von Karma should not show vulnerability. Yet here they were, with a tear stained face in the home that was not their own. 

“Thank you,” Franziska mumbled.

“Of course,” Maya continued to smile, “Here, let me get you something to clean up your face, alright?”

Franziska just nodded. After what looked like a moment of hesitation, Maya stood up. They watched as she rummaged through her dresser, eventually pulling out a box of makeup wipes, and a small hand mirror. 

When she returned, she handed the items to Franziska. They took the items, and took out a wipe. Franziska held the mirror in front of them. They didn’t realize until then that they were shaking. Why were they shaking? They were fine. They were fine .

Seeing movement out of the corner of their eye caused them to look over. Maya was holding a wipe, and silently gestured to Franziska’s face. They gave a look of confusion, before realizing what she was offering. After a moment, they nodded.

Gently Maya wiped their face, cleaning up the smeared makeup. The silence remained throughout. Though, it wasn’t so bad. Not as bad as before, at least. It was actually quite calming to have someone cleaning their face, though maybe they were just touch starved.

Maya finished, though they wiped off what they could from Franziska’s sleeves first. She actually managed to get it all off, but that made sense. Franziska made sure to get stuff that wouldn’t stain, and would be easy to get out should any accidents occur. Though they never expected a mental breakdown to be one of those accidents.

“Thank you,” Franziska said.

“No problem!” Maya smiled.

Franziska took a deep breath. They were fine. They were safe. Maya was their friend. They just needed to fill their brain with positive thoughts. This wasn’t like their youth, they could show weakness. It was okay. They were okay. Everything would be okay.

“Fran,” Maya started, “can I ask you something?”

They blinked, “Er- sure?”

“What’s bothering you?” She asked, the concern returning clear as day.

“Oh,” Franziska looked down, “It’s nothing.”

“Franziska,” Maya frowned.

Franziska sighed, “I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Nonsense,” Maya scoffed, “You are my friend! And I'm offering help. I promise, it won’t trouble me.”

“Are you sure?” They questioned.

“I’m sure!” Maya confirmed.

“Well,” Franziska started fiddling with their whip, “I just feel like I’m… I’m being a nuisance, you know?”

“I see. Why is that?” Maya asked.

“I don’t do anything, really. I’m doing anything to earn my keep,” Franziska explained.

“So you feel like you are taking advantage of everyone?” Maya questioned.

“Yeah,” Franziska nodded, “Something like that.”

“Well, maybe you can help around the village! I’m sure there are a few tasks you can do,” Maya offered.

Franziska smiled slightly, “Yeah, that sounds nice. I think that’d help.”

Maya smiled back, then stood up and offered a hand to them. Franziska took it, and was aided up to their feet. The sudden blood rushing to their head caused their vision to blur for a moment, but it faded as quickly as it came. No matter, they would grab a drink of water soon.

“I know!” Maya suddenly exclaimed, “You can help watch Pearls.”

“Are you sure?” Franziska asked, “She doesn’t really… like me.”

“Oh, yeah,” Maya frowned slightly.

Franziska was silent for a moment, “I do want to gain her respect, so maybe watching her could help that.”

“Are you sure?” Maya asked, “I’m sure we could find something else you could do.”

Franziska nodded, “I’m sure.”

“Well, let's go then!” Maya exclaimed, and started out the door.

Franziska followed behind. It seemed they gained a new job, and they couldn’t be more relieved. Though they were worried about how Pearl Fey would react. Her feelings towards them hadn’t exactly changed, even after they’d been here for a week. Though maybe it would just take time. Franziska would prove they were worthy of Pearl Fey’s respect!

Gaining the respect of a nine year old was easier said than done, it seemed. Pearl Fey despised Franziska. She refused to listen to a word they said. It was disheartening to say the least. Even Maya could not convince the young Fey of their kindness. Perhaps stubbornness ran in the Fey family. It would certainly explain a wide variety of experiences.

Though disheartened, Franziska was still determined. After all, it had only been a few weeks. They would do everything in their power to prove that Pearl Fey could trust them, and that they weren’t as bad as she thought.

Things were getting better, at least. Pearl Fey refused to even speak to them when she first discovered they would be staying. Granted, all she told them now was that they were a terrible person. Though Maya always scolded her, Pearl Fey insisted she was just trying to protect her from the “mean person with the whip”.

It would be fine. Franziska was determined to prove that Pearl Fey was wrong in her judgment. Determination was all they needed. Or at least, they thought that was all they needed. They didn’t know what was in store for them.

It all started out when they went to town. Maya was out of ramen, and Franziska offered to get her some. They had a car, after all. That and they wanted to grab a few things of their own. Despite Maya institing Franziska didn’t have to, they did. It was the least they could do after all.

While they were at the store, they spotted a beautiful porcelain horse statue. It was the type of thing they loved when they were a young child, and admittedly still did. They thought it would be a perfect gift for a certain younger girl. Franziska bought it, making sure it was in careful wrapping.

Of course, things weren’t that easy.

“I don’t want anything from someone as mean as you!” Pearl Fey had shouted before rushing out of the room.

Maya frowned, looking at Franziska, “I’m sorry she’s being difficult.”

“It’s alright,” Franziska shook their head, “She is stubborn, but I shall be even more stubborn.”

“I wish you luck! Seriously,” Maya sighed, “I really don’t know why she is doing this.”

“I do not question the mind of a child,” Franziska shrugged, “Though she does care about you a lot, and it's obvious she does not forgive me for the case I prosecuted.”

“But you were just doing your job!” Maya exclaimed, “Even I don’t hold that against you.”

“Yes, but you are older. Pearl Fey is still but a child,” Franziska said.

“I guess that's true,” Maya sighed again.

“Do not worry, I will not give up,” Franziska smiled.

Maya smiled back, “Alright. I hope she comes around to you soon.”

Soon would not come, though.

Franziska tried over and over, with an array of different gifts. They tried two extravagant bracelets with jewels embedded in it, a beautiful puffy dress that would make any other girl green with envy, a fancy tea set with intricate designs all over it, and a golden necklace. 

Yet Pearl Fey didn’t like any of them. She’d never accept the gifts. She refused the bracelets, turned her nose up at the dress, spat at the tea set, and threw the necklace back at them. No matter what Franziska did, she refused to accept the gifts. No matter how nice they tried to be, Pearl refused it all.

It was discouraging. All of it. They were starting to think Pearl Fey would never like them, that she’d hate them forever. Of course, deep down they knew this wasn’t true, but in the moment that's what it seemed to be. Pearl Fey certainly held a grudge, and wasn’t ready to forgive Franziska, even if Maya already had. 

Out of ideas, they went to Maya for help.

“I don’t get it,” Franziska sighed, “All those things were stuff I’d love as a child.”

“They were all very nice,” Maya nodded, “But I guess Pearls doesn’t like those things.”

Franziska blinked, “Of course.” They frowned, “Do you know what she’d like?”

“Well, Pearls likes picture books, and this one show called Kids' Masterpiece Theatre,” Maya explained.

“I see,” Franziska nodded, “Thank you.”

“Of course!” Maya smiled.

The next time Franziska was in town, they spotted something quite interesting. It was an advertisement for a play. A play for Kids' Masterpiece Theatre. It was perfect! Or at least, Franziska thought it would be perfect. They didn’t know if Pearl Fey would even like a play, but it was for the show she enjoyed. Before they did anything, though, they texted Maya.

Maya, apparently, formed a plan almost as soon as she got the text. It was simple. Maya and Franziska would both take Pearl to the play, but something could “come up” right as they got there and Maya would need to leave. Meaning Franizska and Pearl Fey would be alone to watch the play, forcing them to bond.

Franziska wasn’t sure. Would it even work? Would Pearl Fey even let Maya leave her alone with them? They weren’t sure, but they trusted Maya’s judgment. So Franziska approved of the plan, all they had to do was set it in motion. But first, Franziska would need to buy the tickets in advance. The play was soon, so the wait wouldn’t be long thankfully.

The concert hall was big. The show the play was based on was, apparently, fairly popular among the youth so it received plenty of funding. If Franziska hadn’t insisted on going early, they imagined finding parking would be much more difficult. Thanks to their insistence they were able to park close to the front of the building minimizing the amount of walking required.

Though they were still lucky they arrived as early as they did. Needless to say Pearl Fey was not happy about taking Franziska’s car. Though, thanks to Maya, she eventually caved in and agreed to take the car. Franziska’s car was faster than train travel, as they were able to drive straight to the concert hall rather than having to walk the rest of the way.

Franziska was surprised to learn it was also Pearl Fey’s first time in a car. They knew she was sheltered, but they didn’t think she was that sheltered. It was honestly disheartening. They were just glad she even knew what a car was. Though, from what they’ve seen, she only knew that due to her recent ventures outside the village.

Pearl Fey held Maya’s hand as they walked towards the entrance, shying close to her. Despite her excitement, and stubbornness, Franziska could tell she was nervous. If they had to guess, it was all the people. There weren't as many as there were bound to be later, but the crowd was still rather big. 

It was when they finally reached the entrance that Maya got a phone call. 

“Ah, it's Nick! Excuse me,” Maya said as she wandered away to take the call.

Pearl, not wanting to get stuck in the crowd and having no other choice, scooted closer to Franziska. They waited in silence for Maya to return. Franziska decided not to try and coax Pearl Fey out of her shell given she already seemed so nervous. Yes, they wanted to bond with Pearl, but that wouldn’t happen if she was having an anxiety attack.

Though they still offered a hand to her. It was a choice. Pearl’s choice if she wanted to hold it. It seemed she was willing to take up on the offer, taking Franziska’s hand. Though it didn’t go without a tiny glare. That was okay. It was progress.

“Sorry about that,” Maya said as she came back.

As soon as she was back, Pearl let go of their hand and ran over to her. Franziska was a bit disappointed, but shrugged it off. Progress was progress, they couldn’t do anything more than they already had.

“It’s quite alright,” Franziska shook their head.

Pearl’s eyes gleamed with curiosity, “What did Mr. Nick want?”

Maya smiled nervously, “So, about that. He uh- he kind of needs my help with something so-”

“So you’re going to leave us!?” Pearl pouted.

“I’m sorry, but it's really important,” Maya sighed, “I promise if it wasn’t that important I would leave after the show!”

“Well, take me with you!” Pearl continued to pout.

“Pearls, don’t you wanna watch the show?” Maya asked.

“Well,” Pearl faltered, “I do but…”

“Please, Pearls,” Maya gave a small smile, “for me?”

Pearl sighed, “Okay Mystic Maya.”

Maya smiled wider, then hugged her cousin, “Have fun, alright?”

“Alright!” Pearl's mood changed instantly, and she had a wide smile on her face.

Maya stood up, “Sorry about this Fran.”

“It’s alright,” Franziska shook their head, “Stay safe, okay?”

Maya nodded, “I will!”

With that, she started walking off. Pearl Fey waved until Maya was out of sight, disappointed. Franziska and Pearl were left alone. From the way Maya spoke, it seemed she wouldn’t be returning till after the show had ended. It was unfortunate, but it did give them and Pearl Fey ample time to bond.

Suddenly it hit them. Was that Maya’s plan, or a convenient coincidence? It was hard to tell with that girl, honestly. She was both the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. Franziska supposed it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, and that they would figure it out eventually. For now though, they had other things to focus on.

“Well then, I suppose we should find our seats,” Franziska said, holding out their hand for Pearl Fey.

Pearl, reluctantly, took it, “Can we get food too?” She asked, mumbling slightly.

“I don’t see why not,” Franziska shrugged. 

They didn’t expect the food here to be any better than that of a movie theater. It was a genre of food Franziska wasn’t a fan of- though they guessed Maya would love it, and it wasn’t too unbelievable to assume she introduced the food to Pearl Fey. Actually, they’d be surprised if she didn’t. 

Maya. Why couldn’t they stop thinking about her? They had spent a lot of time with her in recent days, but that shouldn’t change anything. Franziska never thinks this much about the people they had worked with. Maybe it was because Maya was closer, a friend even. Yes. That had to be it. It was just due to their inexperience with close friends.

Oh. They didn’t have many friends, did they? Franziska frowned slightly. They had Maya, and their brother, maybe the scruffy detective too, and… and… that couldn’t have been it, right? Their brother, a work partner, and a girl who was best friends with their rival. That was… sad. Just sad. 

Before Franziska wouldn’t have put any thought to it. So why did they care now?

They didn’t get time to dwell on that, as Pearl Fey gently tugged on their sleeve.

“Mr von Karma,” Pearl spoke quietly, hesitantly.

“Franziska works,” Franziska smiled gently.

Pearl was silent for a moment.

“Mr Franziska, can I get a uh,” She looked at the menu, “That thing,” Pearl pointed to the food she desired.

“A hotdog?” Franziska asked, making sure it's what she was pointing at.

“Yeah! Mystic Maya said they were good,” Pearl nodded excitedly.

Of course she did. Franziska would never understand Maya’s taste in foods. Well, other than her ramen. That, they could admit, was actually quite good.

“Alright,” Franziska started to pull out their wallet.

“Are you going to get anything, Mr Franziska?” Pearl asked.

“No, I am not hungry,” Franziska shook their head.

They were actually a little hungry, but not enough to eat whatever this place sold. Granted, this place was much nicer than some movie theater, but that didn’t mean the food would be any different. It was common for these places to get cheap food that was easy to make. 

Though they wouldn’t stop Pearl Fey from trying it. Besides, they knew if Maya was here she’d be perfectly fine with it. That was something they had to keep in mind- but it wasn’t too hard. Maya wasn’t a very strict person, quite the opposite actually. Franziska would never understand why she was like that, but they appreciated that she was.

Franziska paid for the hotdog- which was far too expensive. Granted, Franziska was more than well off when it came to money, but they were still aware of how ridiculously expensive some things could be. They handed the hotdog to Pearl, who took it gently.

“Uhm… Thank you, Mr von Karma,” Pearl mumbled, looking at the floor.

“You are quite welcome,” Franziska smiled slightly.

They didn’t understand why she was acting all shy all of a sudden. Maybe she just didn’t want to cause a scene, or maybe her excitement and desire to watch the play outweighed whatever hatred she held for Franziska. They weren’t complaining, but they were a bit worried at the sudden change in behavior.

Franziska checked the time. The play would be starting soon. They guided Pearl Fey to the auditorium, then to their seats. Franziska could not obtain the best seats due to how late they got the tickets, but they could obtain good seats. It was a bit up front, enough that you could clearly see everything. It would be a bit claustrophobic when everyone arrived, but they could deal with that. 

Pearl fidgeted in her seat while they waited, a small but excited smile on her face. Franziska pulled out their phone while they waited, watching Pearl Fey out of the corner of their eye. They saw a text from Maya. Knowing it would be improper to check their phone during the play, they decided to check the text now.

Maya Fey - 10:03am

I didn’t even plan for Nick to need me

Lol

You - 10:33am

That is entertaining. What did he need you for?

Maya Fey - 10:33am

His client refused to talk to him without me

Idk why

I didn’t know them

You - 10:35am

Odd.

The play is starting, I will have to speak with you later.

Goodbye.

Maya Fey - 10:35am

Bye!! 

Text me after the play :]

Franziska put away their phone as the play began. Pearl was bouncing up and down excitedly. She had already eaten quite a bit of her hotdog. It was around lunchtime, so it made sense she’d be so hungry. They hoped their tiny action of basic decency would aid in making Pearl's image of them better. 

They tried to focus on the play, but it wasn’t exactly meant for them. Pearl seemed so happy though, watching intently. Franziska breathed a small sigh of relief at seeing her so happy while also existing next to them and without Maya there to mediate. This was the first time something like this had happened. 

Maybe things would start looking up. Franziska sure hoped they would. They weren’t sure how many more days they could handle with Pearl being enraged by their existence. They thought it was odd how bothered they were. How much they had grown to care over the course of a few weeks. The Franziska from the start of the year would never have expected this.

Yet here they were. At a children's play for the cousin of one of their friends, solely so that cousin would no longer despise them. Befriending Maya was also an oddity. Then again, Maya herself wasn’t exactly normal. But that was good. Franziska didn’t want Maya to be normal, they wanted her to be Maya.

From what they could focus on, the play was about an orphaned crow caught in an unfortunate situation. The antagonists consisted of two cats, a father and a daughter. The crow had a blue jay as a companion, and a reluctant wolf. It seemed to be leaning on the ‘found family’ trope. One Franziska was only vaguely familiar with.

The costumes were intricately designed, and the makeup art beautifully depicted features from the animals they were inspired from. They seemed to have a lot of hard work and love put into them. At least, they were a lot better than some other professional plays.

Franziska tried their best to pay attention, but their mind kept wandering to Maya. More specifically, what Maya told them. Why did Wright’s defendant ask for her? The information they were given was lacking, but with what they knew it didn’t make sense. Perhaps they just needed a spirit medium, and they knew Wright was a companion to one. Though given their refusal to speak with Wright, they felt it was far more personal. 

It wasn’t their problem, really. They shouldn’t be so concerned. Yet, they were. They were worried about Maya. What if something happened? What if the defendant had malicious intentions? Franziska didn’t know what they would do with themselves if something happened to Maya. 

They took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay. They were fine. Maya was fine. She could protect herself, and she had that foolish Wright with her. Everything was okay. No one was hurt. Everyone was fine. They released their breath.

Franziska would not allow themselves to have a panic attack in the middle of everyone. They could not show weakness. They could not cause Pearl to panic. Besides, everything was fine. They had no reason to panic. They just had to keep telling themselves that.

They just had to focus on the play, and try to pay attention to the plot. Franziska wasn’t too interested in the children's play, but it was easy enough to follow along despite getting distracted consistently. 

The play was nearing its climax when one of the characters, the daughter of the villain, joined the good guys. It earned quite a bit of cheering from the audience. Franziska had to admit, they were rooting for it to happen. Though perhaps that was just because they saw a bit of themself in the young feline.

Pearl, on the other hand, did not look happy. She looked a bit upset, and confused. Franziska frowned. Was there something wrong? Pearl Fey shifted in her seat, her eyes focused on the play. She seemed deep into thought. 

“Is something wrong,?” Franziska asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t get it,” Pearl said quietly, “Why’d they forgive her?”

“Well, maybe they could tell she wanted to be good,” Franziska suggested.

“But… but she hurt them!” Pearl frowned.

“Yes,” Franziska paused, “But she apologized.”

“Apologies don’t fix everything,” Pearl looked down.

“You’re right, they don’t,” Franziska nodded, “But she is also helping them.”

Pearl looked back up at them, “What do you mean?”

“It's true, she hurt them, but she realized she was wrong and is helping them now. She is showing that she wants to change for the better,” Franziska explained.

Pearl was quiet, “okay…”

Franziska could tell she still didn’t fully understand, but was trying too. They appreciated that. It gave them a bit of hope that things were going to start getting better. Perhaps a lesson like this would encourage her to forgive Franziska. At least, that's what they could hope for.

The rest of the play had passed by without any more words. The heroes defeated the villain, and everyone got their happy ending. Cliche, but expected from a children's play. Still, Pearl was excited nonetheless, and skipped happily next to Franziska as they exited the auditorium. 

They had waited in the auditorium for a few minutes to avoid the crowds, so leaving wasn’t as big of an issue as it could have been. There were a few stalls set out, all selling some sort of merchandise from the play. Franziska idly looked at a few as they walked.

Out of the corner of their eye, they saw Pearl fixated on something. Looking in the direction she was looking, they saw a giant plush. It was about half of Pearl’s height, and it was off the crow. Franziska stared at it for a moment.

Then Maya appeared.

“Fran! Pearls!” She smiled.

Franziska jumped, “Maya! I thought you were busy?”

“I was, but Nick said I could come back and he’d call if he’d need me,” Maya explained.

“You missed the entire play!” Pearl said, upset.

“I know, but maybe you can tell me what happened!” Maya smiled at her cousin.

Pearl’s eyes lit up, “Okay Mystic Maya!”

“Maya, can you take her to the car? There is something I'd like to do,” Franziska asked.

Maya nodded, “of course,” she turned to Pearl, “Let's go, you can tell me all about the play on the way to the car.”

They waved as the two walked off, and then turned around to set off on their mission.

Franziska was already a few feet from the car when they realized they had forgotten to give Maya their keys, leaving her and Pearl stuck outside of it waiting for them to get back. Neither seemed to mind too much though, and both were happily chatting away. Well, Pearl was happily chatting away. Maya was listening carefully.

They noticed Franziska approaching, and looked over. Maya’s face changed into surprise, and a bit of confusion. Pearl’s expression, on the other hand, was overjoyed.

In Franziska’s hands was the crow plush Pearl had her eyes set on. They handed it to Pearl, who took it and squealed in joy. The plush was, as expected, nearly half her height. She hugged it tightly, a wide smile on her face.

“Thank you Mr Franziska!” Pearl squealed again, “Thank you so much!”

Franziska smirked, proud of themself, “You are welcome Pearl”

Maya smiled at them, “That was awfully kind of you Fran.”

“Oh,” Franziska shrugged as they unlocked their car, “It was nothing.”

Maya rolled her eyes fondly at Franziska. She helped Pearl in the car before entering herself. With that, they headed off. Franziska dropped Maya off at Wrights office before heading back to Kurain with Pearl. 

It had been a nice day. Something Franziska honestly wasn't expecting. Then again, many unexpected things had happened since they arrived in Kurain. It was all strange. Nice, but strange. They never would have expected any of this. Yet here they were. 

Franziska was happy for the first time in a while.

They just hoped that happiness would last.

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It had been a few months now. Franziska had almost grown used to life in Kurain. A few of their things had even been moved here. The most important of which was their beloved pet cat, Prinzessin, who mostly stayed in their room. Well, it was technically Maya’s room but she was letting Franziska share it with her. 

Everything was so nice, especially Maya. Though they still struggled greatly with their purpose, and not wanting to be a burden. Franziska had been given a few tasks to alleviate that. Mostly watching Pearl when the acolytes and Maya were busy, though they also helped clean dishes and cook food. It was great, but Franziska often felt like it wasn’t enough.

There was something bothering them. Something extremely and utterly infuriating.

Franziska’s whip had gone missing.

As a result they had been aggressive- well, more aggressive than usual. Their whip was a comfort, a near constant in their life. Something to help them calm down and relieve tension and stress, or simply something to fidget with when they were restless. To not have it on them was anxiety inducing. It just so happened that anxiety, unfortunately, manifested into anger. 

The loss of their whip also upset them due to what was on it. Maya had gifted them a charm. It was a purple moon with silver stars, and they had wrapped it around the handle of their whip. They cherished it greatly for that fact. No one had ever put such thought into a gift before, even if it was something so simple.

And now it was missing.

It took Franziska a lot of restraint to not tear the place up from its foundation to search for it. It had only been missing for a few days, a week at most, but that didn’t alleviate Franziska’s stress. They had mostly been trying to distract themself so they did now blow up on any innocent party.

The newest distraction wasn’t exactly the best either, if anything it was more stressful. Pearl had gotten sick, and Franziska had made it their duty to care for her. To ensure her illness disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Besides, Maya and the acolytes had a lot of duties. The least they could do was take care of Pearl while they were unable to.

Franziska thought the arrival of two scholars and a tourist who had agreed to help out in the village why they learned would alleviate the others of their duties, but it only resulted in more time being taken up to teach them properly. Though they guessed it was the price to pay for more hands around the village. 

Currently night had fallen upon Kurain, and Franziska was in the midst of delivering dearest Pearl Fey her medicine before she would head to bed. In addition was some homemade soup and warm tea courtesy of Maya- who was surprisingly amazing when it came to cooking. 

It was then that everything went downhill.

The first thing they noticed was the sound of sirens, and they were immediately on edge. It was a very clear sign the police were here. Why? What happened? Who called them? Did someone get hurt? Was there someone dangerous around? These questions flooded their mind, but they did their best to ignore them.

Franziska considered investigating, but was determined to give Pearl her food and medicine first. Besides, it wasn’t their job to investigate. They continued to her room within Kurain, but they never got a chance to reach it before there was the sound of shouting. Shouting at them? Someone was shouting at them?

The police were quick to arrest them, Franziska accidentally dropping the food and medicine in the process of it all. Why were they being arrested!? As far as they were concerned, they didn’t commit any crimes. They hadn’t even whipped anyone for the past week!

Franziska wanted to struggle, to fight back, but knew it would just make them seem more guilty. Resisting arrest wouldn’t help anyone in this case, despite how much they wanted to. They could at least give passive aggressive glares at each and every officer around them. Though they still demanded answers. 

Though they were ignored, and simply told to remain silent. That just angered Franziska more, but alas, they couldn’t do anything about it. No one even tried to answer their questions, and Franziska was sure this was definitely against the law. But they couldn’t do anything about it without risking getting charged, so they were left in the dark as they were taken to the precinct. 

Franziska was brought in for questioning as soon as they arrived. The officer questioning them looked smug, and Franziska wished they were in a position to wipe the smirk off his face. It made sense though- the great Franziska von Karma finally brought down. Their perfect record had already been broken, what's being accused of a crime to go along with it?

“For your information,” Franziska started, glaring at the officer, “I haven’t even been told what I was accused of.”

“Unfortunate,” The officer rolled his eyes, “You have been accused of murdering Rest’i en Piece. Does that name sound familiar to you?”

Rest’i… Rest’i…

Franziska recognized the name. It was the name of a tourist staying at Kurain to learn about the culture. They had only been briefly introduced to him, but it was enough to remember vague details about him. His name was recognizable for how odd it was- though they guessed they had heard odder names.

“Yes. He was a tourist visiting Kurain,” Franziska nodded.

“He was found dead by one of the acolytes. Can you guess how he was murdered?” The officer made eye contact with them.

“I didn’t hear a gunshot so a puncture wound? Knives are a very common murder weapon,” Franziska raised a brow as they answered.

He shook his head, “He was strangled to death. With a whip .”

They froze. Strangled. With a whip . Franziska’s trademark. Was it their whip? Had it been stolen and used to commit such a heinous act? This had to be a set up- right? Everyone in the village knew how dearly they held that whip. They had to have been framed on purpose, right?

But why? By who? Franziska had tried their best to be on friendly terms with everyone in that village! They had even restrained themself from whipping the acolytes even when they really deserved it! Franziska hadn’t been excessively violent since they entered that village.

“Is that the only reason I’ve been suspected?” Franziska questioned.

“No,” The officer shook his head, “There is also an eye-witness account.”

Of course. An eye witness. Perhaps a duo? Or maybe someone with less than stellar vision? It was dark- assuming that was when the murder happened. Granted Franziska had been out, but they had perfectly benevolent reasons for doing so! Maya could testify that, several acolytes could testify that! 

“I see,” Franziska spoke through gritted teeth. 

“How well did you know the victim?” He asked.

They shrugged, “Not well. I had met him once, then saw him around the village every now and then. I didn’t care enough to bother socializing with him.”

The officer wrote that down, then looked back up at them, “What were you doing at the time of the murder?”

“What time was he murdered?” Franziska asked.

“Moments before you were arrested, presumably,” The officer answered.

They guessed the autopsy report had not been received yet based on that final tidbit. It annoyed them that they had been arrested without clear and decisive evidence- but they guessed strangulation marks would be fairly obvious- and if the murder weapon was nearby then that would just make things more obvious.

“I was delivering food and medicine to the young Pearl Fey. She is ill and it was my duty to care for her,” Franziska explained.

“I see,” He wrote that down, “can anyone testify to that?”

They nodded, “Maya Fey. She was the one who provided the food that I was to give to the young Fey.”

That was written down as well. Franziska hoped that Maya would get called as a witness. She of all people could testify to Franziska’s good will. That and their missing whip. Which reminded them. 

“Ah, there is something very important I haven’t gotten the chance to mention,” Franziska started.

The officer looked at them, giving them the go ahead.

“My whip went missing several days ago- about a week- several acolytes including Maya Fey can testify to that,” They explained.

“How convenient ,” He rolled his eyes, but wrote that down anyway, “That’s all the questions we have for now. Thank you for your cooperation.”

With that, Franziska was brought to a holding cell for the night. They sighed, and just decided to try and sleep. Perhaps this was all just a bad dream caused by the cold, and they’d wake up back in Kurain by morning.

Seeing Phoenix Wright first thing in the morning did not help Franziska’s mood, but they were happy to see Maya. She looked so very concerned, almost running to the window of the visiting center. Franziska was sure that, if there wasn’t glass, she would have crashed right into them.

“Fran!” Maya shouted, “Franziska are you okay?”

“I’m fine Maya, thank you for your concern,” They shook their head.

Wright sat down in the chair at the window. Franziska stared- well, glared , at him. Why was he here? To mock them? To laugh at how the great Franziska von Karma had fallen so far from grace? Or maybe it was out of pity. Bah! They didn’t need his pity. 

“Franziska,” Wright said cautiously, “Can you tell us what happened?”

They huffed, “Why do you care?”

The attorney frowned, “Because I want to help you. I’d like to defend you in court.”

They stared at him, looking for any sign this was a sick joke or a foolish prank. They couldn’t detect anything. He seemed… genuine… Maybe Maya had asked him- no, she definitely asked him, but maybe he would have helped anyways. Like he had helped Maya so many times. Like how he helped Miles.

Franziska did not understand Wright. They did not understand how he worked, how he was so determined despite everything. Even after facing him in court they could not understand. He put so much faith in his clients, and his friends. Did he truly believe Franziska was innocent, or was he just here for the sake of his friend?

They supposed it didn’t matter. They would need a lawyer, and what better lawyer than the one Maya put so much faith in. The one she’d praise just as much as her dearest sister. Though they may not trust Wright, they trusted Maya. They trusted her judgment.

“I was accused of murdering a tourist that was staying in Kurain,” Franziska eventually spoke.

“Rest’i, right?” Maya asked.

They nodded. Of course Maya would have more knowledge about this than Wright. She was present at the village at the time of it all after all. It was likely the police informed her about the case given her position in Kurain.

“We haven’t gotten the autopsy report yet,” Wright explained, “So do you know how he died?”

“Strangulation. The murder weapon was a whip,” Franziska looked away.

Wright’s eyes widened at that information. Was he starting to have doubts about their innocence? Or maybe he was worried the evidence would be stacked against him. Either way, Franziska did not appreciate the expression. A lawyer should be confident in their ability no matter how bad the odds may be!

Franziska eventually huffed, glaring at him “For your information, mine went missing about a week ago.”

“Really?” Wright blinked in surprise.

“Yes, neither me nor Maya have been able to locate it since,” Franziska nodded.

“I see,” He paused, thinking for a moment, “What were you doing at the time of the murder?” Wright asked.

“I assume Maya has already told you Pearl was sick,” Franziska questioned, after he nodded they continued, “I was delivering medicine and food to her.”

“That's nice of you,” Wright said, smilingly slightly.

They glared at him and he gave a nervous laugh.

“Anyways, do you have any idea who would have had a grudge against Rest’i? Or who would have wanted to frame you?” Wright asked.

“No,” Franziska shook their head.

“Rest’i was actually pretty well liked in the village,” Maya chimed in, “And Fran didn’t make anyone's lives miserable, actually they have been helping out a lot! A lot of the acolytes are actually thankful they are there.”

“Well, that makes things a bit more difficult,” Wright said, before shaking his head, “but don’t worry Franziska, I will prove that you are innocent!”

They stared at him for a few moments, “Why?”

He blinked, “What?”

“Why are you helping me?” Franziska clarified.

Wright was silent for a bit. He stared at them. Franziska wondered what he was thinking, what was going on through his head. They often wondered what was going on through his head. He was such an odd man. A foolish man. 

Eventually, Wright met their eyes and spoke, “Despite what you might think, I don’t hate you. I never have. I don’t think you’re a bad person, and I definitely don’t think you’d ever kill someone. I trust you, I trust your story, and I trust that you didn’t kill Mr Piece.”

Franziska huffed, “You, Phoenix Wright, you are a fool,” They glared at him, but as they did their expression softened slightly as did their voice, “Thank you.”

They did not understand. They could not understand. His motive. His words. They didn’t make sense. Yet, they believed him. They trusted him. They didn’t really have a choice, though. Wright was likely the only one who’d actually defend them. They were grateful for that, though. Grateful that, if everyone else thought they were a killer, at least Maya and Wright were on their side.

“Don’t worry Fran! I’ll be there to help him every step of the way! We won’t let the true killer get away with this,” Maya spoke with such determination that Franziska could not help but smile.

“Thank you Maya. I do not know where I would be without you,” Their smile remained as they spoke to her.

Maya smiled in return, “No need to thank me! I’m your friend, so of course I want to help.”

Friend. They did not know why, but the word that gave them such comfort months ago now hurt so dearly. They ignored it in favor of letting the smile remain on their face, nodding at Maya. 

“We’ll be back as soon as possible,” Wright said, before turning to leave.

Maya smiled at Franziska before following him out.

Alone. Franziska was left all alone. 

The detention center was cold.

Franziska was never fond of the cold. How it forced them to shiver and shake, how it bit at their noise and fingers. The emptiness it brought. The way the wind would cause roofs to creek and branches to break. The dread filled breeze that howled on the coldest nights. The way ice would freeze over everything and creep onto their windows. They hated it. They hated it all.

It was so odd. They should be used to the cold by now. Growing up in Germany meant the winter seasons got several degrees below freezing. Yet there was something different about this cold. Something that struck them to their core. They did not understand it. They could not understand.

Maybe it was the utter feeling of loneliness. 

They had never hated it before. Franziska used to be perfectly comfortable being alone. If anything they had preferred it to being forced to interact with the fools of humanity. The little time to themself was welcomed, especially after a long day of work. As much as they loved their job, the fools of the courthouse could be quite exhausting to deal with.

Perhaps that was it.

The people they were with now- Franziska liked them. They liked Maya. They liked Pearl. They liked Kurain. They did not find these people infuriating. Perhaps a bit exhausting at times- but never infuriating. Never annoying. 

It was odd how a change of scenery could affect them so much.

If you had told their younger self this is where they would be at the age of 19, they would have whipped you and called you a fool. The great Franziska von Karma, accused of murder? Such a foolish idea that only a foolishly foolish fool would come up with. They were a von Karma. Perfect in every way. They would never be in a position to get accused in the first place.

They sighed. A long and deep sigh. Was this how all defendants felt? Lost and confused, wondering how they ended up where they did. Ashamed of themselves. Scared? Scared that this was how it all ended. This was how their life came to a conclusion. 

Franziska’s mind began to drift off to all the people they had prosecuted. How many of them had been innocent, guilt proven only by lack of proper evidence or a lackluster defense attorney? How many lives had they ruined? How many innocent people were convicted because of them? Just for the sake of a perfect record.

Their mind began to wander to their first trial. They had been so young when they passed the bar, so young when they prosecuted their first trial. That was the best day of their life, the day it had changed forever. They were so proud- so happy. So determined to be a perfect prosecutor, just like their papa.

A frown appeared on their face. They could not recall the finer details of the trial itself. It was a shame. Despite everything they had gone through, Franziska was still a bit proud of that trail. It had been a flawless victory, and their papa was so very proud of them.

Franziska smirked as the judge banged his gavel and declared “GUILTY!”. They never had any doubts they would lose, but they were a bit proud of just how quickly it had ended. Though they were a von Karma. Perfection was expected. Perfection was guaranteed.

The foolish excuse of the defense attorney didn’t stand a chance against them. Even now as he scrambled desperately despite the fact the verdict had already been declared. They watched him with a smug expression. 

Such a foolish fool who didn’t know when to give up, who couldn’t admit when he was defeated. How he even became a lawyer astounded Franziska. Why even took the case when it was so clearly obvious the defendant committed the crime also astonished them. Though they couldn’t expect anything better from a fool such as he.

Franziska began to gather up their things before exiting into the prosecutors lobby. They cast a glance into the courtroom one final time. They had been so nervous to enter a courtroom after that incident. It was only thanks to Miles and their papa that they were able to push past those feelings.

Speaking of those two, they were waiting for them in the lobby. Franziska smiled proudly as they saw their papa and Miles, who had flown all the way to Germany just to see their debut. Their papa looked proud too. Proud of his child’s victory. Proud of how well their case had gone.

“You did perfectly Franziska,” Their papa praised.

“Thank you papa,” They smiled.

“Yes, that was quicker than I expected,” Miles nodded in agreement, “I thought that defense attorney would have tried to prolong the inevitable even longer.”

“Such a foolish man,” Franziska shook their head.

Their papa was about to say something, when suddenly a door burst open. Everyone turned to see the source of the noise. A small child, likely a few years younger than Franziska, had gotten into the prosecutors lobby. She had a look of rage on her face, and it only grew when she spotted Franziska.

“You- you bitch!” She shouted at Franziska, “Do you have any idea what you just did!?”

Franziska blinked and raised a brow. Who was this fool? What was she prattling on about? How dare she call Franziska von Karma such crude words! Why if she were any closer, they would have whipped them already.

“Watch your words brat,” Franziska scoffed, “I don’t even know you.”

The child kept shouting, “You’ll pay for this! You- you- I’ll kill you! I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done!”

An expression of rage formed on Franziska’s face. How dare she threaten them! This fool was more foolish than they thought. A foolish fool who made foolishly foolish threats! Now they wished she were closer so they could whip her like the foolishly foolish fool she was.

“You hear me!? I’ll kill you! I swear it on my life! You’ll regret your decisions tonight!” The girl continued to threaten them.

The bailiff finally showed up to drag the strange girl away. She kicked and squirmed as she was dragged out of the lobby, obviously not happy her fit of rage was being cut short. Franziska only watched with confusion and annoyance. Such an irritating way for their debut trial to end.

“You’re dead von Karma! Dead!” The girl got one last threat out before the doors were slammed and she was shut out.

Franziska frowned, “What a foolish child.”

Their papa scoffed, “That is why children should not be allowed to just run wild in a courthouse.”

Miles was silent, but he was frowning too. That was certainly an odd experience, one Franziska was sure they’d forget in a matter of time. The trial itself was far more exciting anyways! Perhaps they’d remember that there was a bratty child afterwards, but they doubted they’d recall anything relevant about her.

It was terrifying to wait. They were in the courtroom now, just waiting for the trial to officially start. Waiting to take their place on the witness stand- assuming they would even be called up at all. Franziska had never been a witness before, let alone someone accused of such horrible crimes.

Wright and Maya were already there, standing at the defense’s bench. Both of them looked worried, which was very concerning for Franziska. Usually Wright was confident, way too confident for his own good, actually, and Maya was usually optimistic and determined. Franziska felt a shiver of anxiety run down their spine.

Maya looked at them, a smile of encouragement appearing on her face. It was forced, so obviously forced, yet Franziska couldn’t help but respond with a small smile of their own. They felt a bit of comfort knowing that Maya was here- and they desperately hoped she was a witness in this so she could vouch for them.

The Judge arrived shortly after, sitting atop his stand. It was then Franziska finally began to wonder just who the prosecution was? Maybe it was someone foolish and incompetent like Winston Payne? or maybe it was that new prosecutor Klavier Gavin? They wouldn’t receive such luck though, no. Franziska von Karma was not lucky.

There was the sound of doors opening, alerting the courtroom that someone had entered. The one who stepped into the room wore a familiar red suit and a white cravat. He had striking gray hair despite how young he actually was. It was Miles Edgeworth. Their very own brother.

Wright didn’t react- perhaps he already knew this. Why wouldn’t he tell them? Had he been trying to spare their feelings or was it Mile's idea to keep this from them? They knew there wasn’t some rule against it- and even if there was, Wright or Maya likely would have broken it to tell them anyway. So why hadn’t they?

The Judge cleared his throat, “Is the defense ready?”

“Yes sir,” Wright nodded.

“Is the prosecution ready?”

“Yes, your honor,” Miles gave his signature bow.

“Prosecution, opening statement,” The Judge instructed.

“The defendant, Franziska von Karma, has been accused of murdering the victim, Rest’i en Piece,” Miles explained with little emotion.

Despite that, Franziska could tell from the slight glances he was worried about them. Their brother had never been the best at conveying such feelings, but as their best and favorite sibling Franziska had picked up on the little things. The slight glances and little gifts.

“Defense, what is your statement?” The Judge asked.

Wright slammed down on his desk and pointed his finger, “Franziska von Karma is not guilty! They did not murder Mr. Piece!”

The trial had barely even started and he was already slamming desks. His determination was odd, yet Franziska felt themself begging to respect the fool. If only because he was defending them despite the fact he should hate their guts. They hadn’t even discussed payment, so there wasn’t a chance he was in it for the money.

“Very well. Prosecution, you may call your first witness to the stand,” The Judge requested.

“The prosecution would like to call Dick Gumshoe to the stand,” Miles stated.

Ah, detective scruffy. Of course he would be the one on the case, but that did not comfort them, not really. Scruffy wasn’t exactly the most observant, after all. Though perhaps it was better someone like him took the case rather than someone who’d do anything to take them down. They at least trusted him to do his job, even if the job wouldn’t be done well.

The detective glanced at Franziska as he took the stand. He gave them a look of pity. Bah! Franziska did not need pity. They would be fine. Everything would be fine. They took a sharp breath as they focused their attention on the scruffy detective.

“State your name and occupation for the court,” Miles instructed. 

Most in here already knew the detective, for one reason or another. At least everyone who wasn’t in the jury would know him by now. Though it was mostly a formality, something that had to be put on court record. 

“Dick Gumshoe, Homicide Detective!” He saluted as he introduced himself to the court.

“Thank you,” Miles nodded, “Now please give your testimony.”

Detective Scruffy nodded, “The victim, Rest’i en Piece, was killed through strangulation. The murder weapon used was von Karma’s whip. His body was found just outside of the winding path. It is our belief that after von Karma strangled the victim they dropped their whip and tried to make their escape.”

That was… certainly a testimony. Franziska could already find two glaring flaws, and they hoped that Wright would notice them too. After all, he was a fool, but he wasn’t an idiot. The fact he and Maya were already whispering seemed to have been sign enough that they noticed it too. Miles stayed silent, only giving the detective a polite nod.

“Defense, you may start your cross examination,” The judge instructed.

Wright nodded, “Detective Gumshoe!” he slammed his desk, “Do you have any proof that it was Franziska’s whip? Were there any fingerprints or anything else that could have tied it to them?”

The detective jumped, “Ah- well, There weren’t any fingerprints…” he started to trail off before quickly regaining his composure, “but von Karma wears gloves anyways! Besides, it looks exactly like theirs!”

“OBJECTION! Franziska reported that their whip had gone missing just a week ago,” Wright shook his head, and took out several pieces of paper, “and several people in Kurain were able to confirm this!”

“HOLD IT!” Miles shouted, “This murder could easily be premeditated. Franziska could have pretended to lose their whip so they could use it as an alibi at a later date.”

Wright flinched, and glared at Miles who gave an apologetic look. He gave the same look in a glance at Franziska. It was tough seeing their own brother accuse them like this, but deep down inside they knew he was just doing their job. This wasn’t personal.

“Does the defense have any other issues with the testimony?” The judge asked.

“Yes, I do,” Wright nodded then looked at the detective, “Why would Franziska just drop their whip? It seems pretty careless to me.”

“Oh! Because they were spotted,” The detective explained simply.

There was silence before Wright sighed. Of course. They had another witness, didn’t they? Franziska wasn’t surprised. It would make sense especially since the body was reportedly found quickly. That and they just had to have more leads other than ‘a whip was used’, right? Right ?

“With that I think it's time I call my next witness to the stand,” Miles said before pausing, “Unless the defense has any objections?”

“No,” Wright shook his head, “No objections.”

Miles nodded, “Then the defense requests that Whitney Ess takes the stand.”

A new person entered the courtroom. Someone they recalled seeing around the village- one of the tourists who had come to learn about the culture and history of Kurain. She was black and wore a brown explorers jacket, along with darker brown jeans to match. She had a pair of heavy boots that clacked loudly against the courtroom floor. She wore glasses on her face, and had in her hands a notebook, around her neck was a camera. Her hair was pink and tied up in a bun.

“Please state your name and occupation for the court,” Miles instructed.

“Hiya!,” She smiled, “I’m Whitney Ess, a college student studying for my Cultural History major.”

“Miss Ess, could you please give your testimony to the court?” Miles Requested.

“Yes sir!” She nodded, “I was in the Meditation Room when suddenly I heard the sound of banging against walls from outside. It sounded like someone was being thrown about. I looked outside, worried for wherever it was, and then I spotted them! That von Karma person. They were strangling poor Rest’i! I was too frozen with fear to do anything, and I wasn’t able to scream until Rest’i feel to the ground. It was then von Karma noticed me, and fled- dropping their whip in the process. I called the police right away!”

Well the biggest flaw was that Franziska wasn’t even there, but ignoring that they couldn’t sense anything odd. Freezing was a natural reaction to such events- and she likely was too panicked to be thinking clearly anyways. If it were Franziska they would have chased down the killer, but they supposed calling the police was the better choice. It could have also been assumed the killer may have had another weapon.

It was almost scary how nearly flawless it was. Unless Wright had undeniable proof that they were not present at the time of the murder, then this could be the testimony that put them away for good. The thing that could single-handedly change their life forever. 

They would be a disgrace to the von Karma name.

No, they were already a disgrace. 

This time they would disgrace the name of Franziska von Karma.

“Thank you Miss Ess. Defense, you may begin your cross examination,” The judge instructed.

“Miss Ess, are you absolutely certain it was Franziska you saw?” Wright asked.

“Of course!” Ess nodded, “Absolutely certain.”

“HOLD IT!” Wright slammed his desk, “How can you be absolutely certain when it was dark outside? The time of death reports that the sun had long past fallen, meaning that it would have been very dark when you witness Rest’i’s death!”

Ess jumped, “Well- the light from the Meditation Room shined on them!” 

Wright shook his head, smirking,  “If that were true, I imagine the light would have alerted them to your presence instead of your scream.”

Ess jumped again, “Well- uhm, maybe-” 

“Face it, Franziska was not present at the time of the murder,” Wright slammed his desk.

Miles spoke up, “Then were, pray tell, were they? If Franziska was not at the scene, where were they?”

Wright smirked, and presented a small bottle of medicine, “They were delivering this very bottle to Pearl Fey.”

Miles slammed his desk, “That bottle is so small that it could have all been a part of their alibi. Franziska could have easily shoved it in their pocket, killed Mr. Piece, then went back to delivering the medicine!”

“HOLD IT! Franziska was also delivering a plate of food! Maya made it herself, and can testify to this fact!” Wright shook his head.

“OBJECTION! Franziska could have hidden that too! Kurain isn’t exactly a very big village, they could easily get around quickly,” Miles retorted.

“OBJECTION! That would just lead to more risk of being caught! If they really wanted to kill Rest’i then why not do it after delivering the food and medicine?” Wright questioned.

Miles shook his head, “Because then they would lack a proper alibi.”

“OBJECTION! They don’t even have a motive!” Wright countered.

“HOLD IT! Just because we don’t know their motive, doesn’t mean they don’t have one!” Miles responded.

“OBJECTION! The only proof you have is a whip and a figure in the dark!” Wright slammed his desk, “That flimsy evidence proves nothing!”

“HOLD IT! The fact is that this is Franziska’s whip!” Miles said as he held up the whip in question, “And there is no way they’d let anyone near it.”

“OBJECTION!” Shouted a new voice, Maya, “That’s not Franziska’s whip! Franziska’s whip has a charm on it!”

Both Wright and Miles looked shocked. That’s when Franziska saw it too. The charm they had wrapped around the handle wasn’t there anymore. They had ensured it was secure as well, having tied the spring around it several times.

“What..?” Miles eventually spoke.

“I gave Franziska a charm! It was a purple moon with silver stars, and they had wrapped it around the base of the whip. The one in your hands is missing the charm- it’s not Franziska’s!” Maya declared.

Once again silence. This was a new, very important piece of information. Miles was silent, probably trying to think of a retort.

“Is it possible that it could have fallen off?” He asked.

Maya shook her head, “No way! And even if it did, the string would still be tied to it!”

Wright took the opportunity to slam his desk, “That whip is not Franziska’s!”

The judge banged his gavel before anyone else could speak, “It is clear that more investigation is needed for a clear verdict. I will grant one more day to investigate this case. Court dismissed.”

A sigh of relief came from both the defense and prosecution- through Miles was less noticeable. Franziska themself gave a big sigh of relief, though they were a bit bewildered by just how quickly that went by. 

They would be allowed to speak in the defense lobby for at least a short while. It was odd being within it. Franziska typically never had a need to enter one. They never expected being accused to be one of the reasons they needed. They sighed, but smiled when they saw Maya.

“Thank you, Maya.”

Maya blinked, “What are you thanking me for?”

“If you haven’t pointed out the charm, I imagine the trial would have gone in circles,” Franziska clarified. 

“Speaking of which, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Wright asked.

He didn’t sound annoyed, but genuinely confused. Maybe a bit tired.

“I didn’t know it was missing. I never got a good look at it until then,” Maya explained.

“Right,” Wright nodded slightly, “Well, I’m glad you said something… and that the judge didn’t chastise you for it.”

Maya chuckled nervously, “Yeah, that was convenient”

“I do have one question for you, Franziska,” Wright turned to them.

“What is it?” They questioned with a raised brow.

“Do you have any idea where your whip could be? If we could find it then we could prove someone is trying to frame you.” he asked. 

They sighed, shaking their head, “No. I have no idea. The only place I can think of would be the shared room between me and Maya- but we tore that place upside down looking for it.”

“Shared room with Maya?” Wright blinked.

“Yes,” Franziska glared, daring him to question further.

“Er- anyways, thank you. It's not much but it’ll help,” Wright gave a small smile.

“You’re welcome, I suppose,” They responded.

Maya butted in, “Don’t worry Fran, we’ll prove you didn’t do this!”

Franziska smiled slightly, “Thank you Maya. I trust you.”

They watched as Maya hesitated for a moment, before wrapping her arms around them. They certainly were not expecting the hug, and froze. Franziska was only frozen for a few seconds before they hugged her back. They weren’t used to displays of physical affection, but they knew they liked it despite how odd it was.

The two hugged for a few seconds longer before Maya pulled away. Franziska wished it had lasted longer, but knew she had a job to do and that they would have to return to the detention center. At least they could have comfort in knowing that people they trusted were the ones behind the investigation.

When Miles showed up, they didn’t know what to think. Franziska was naturally upset, even though they knew he was just doing his job. They wanted to yell at him, yet they also wanted to thank him. They knew other prosecutors, people who feared or hated them, may have done whatever they could to get Franziska out of the picture.

Not him though. He did this for the sake of truth and justice. Franziska had not understood that for a while. They had not understood why he would be fine losing. Why wouldn't he care that his perfect record had been spoiled. 

To them a perfect record was everything, it was their life. The first time they lost, it was devastating. They felt like a part of them had died. Franziska couldn’t do it. They couldn’t be better than their brother nor the man who took him down. They remembered how infuriated they were, how much they wished to take their revenge.

In the end, even when he lost, they never got it. Then they went back home. Back to Germany. It was there they were finally able to think. They were able to understand what Miles had told them that fateful day. They realized what he meant, the true meaning of being a prosecutor.

“Franziska,” Miles spoke, breaking them out of their thoughts.

“Miles,” Franziska responded.

He took a deep breath, “How have you been holding up?”

“I’ve been… fine,” They looked away. 

“I see,” He was silent for a moment, “I’m doing this to help you, you know?” His tone was sincere.

“I know,” Franziska sighed.

Silence.

They opened their mouth, “If-” Franziska cut themself off, “no, never mind.”

“Franziska,” Miles spoke gently, “You can tell me anything.”

Silence.

“If I get convicted, promise you won't let my image suffer the same fate as papa,” They spoke quietly.

“Oh Franziska,” The concern showed clearly in his voice, “You aren’t going to get convicted.”

“Miles please. Please promise me,” Franziska sounded almost desperate.

They were desperate. They were supposed to be better than him . They were supposed to redeem the von Karma name. They were supposed to prove that Franziska von Karma and Manfred von Karma were not one in the same. 

Miles sighed, “I promise.”

They let out a small sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

There was silence once more.

“You’re nothing like him, you know,” Miles broke it.

Franziska did not respond.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person Franziska, I never will. You’re my sibling. I love you,” he paused, “You have done so much that Manfred would never do.”

Still, they were silent.

“He was a coward,” Miles was about to speak again, but was cut off.

“And so am I,” Franziska glared at the wall, not making eye contact with their brother.

“Why?” He asked, “Why are you a coward?”

“I’ve run away, or used violence, to solve all my problems,” They sneered. 

“Yet you always come back,” Miles added.

Franziska looked up at him.

“You come back. You did not run to hide, you ran because you were confused. You ran because you needed to figure things out. When you did, you came back,” he elaborated, “and it is not your fault you use violence. You were not taught any other way.”

“I should know better by now,” Franziska retorted.

“Old habits are hard to break,” Miles countered.

They sighed, smiling slightly, “I guess that is correct.”

“Oh? Finally admitting defeat? I never thought I’d see the day,” Miles teased, then paused as a soft smile formed on his face, “I’m proud of you Franziska. You know that, right?”

Franziska stared at him, taking in a slight breath. They were silent, unsure of what they should say or how they should even react. How was one supposed to react? Those words- someone being proud of them . That's all they ever wanted, and now someone they loved and respected had told them it. 

Tears formed in Franziska’s eyes and they couldn’t stop them. They couldn’t stop themself from starting to sob, so they sobbed. They sobbed despite how much they hated it. They hated how vulnerable they felt, how weak and pathetic they felt. Yet they couldn’t help it. They couldn’t stop it. So they continued to sob, and sob, and sob. Their sobs were the only sound made in that quiet room.

It was so foolish. They shouldn’t be crying over something so simple, yet they were. In front of the person they looked up to no less. But Miles didn’t scold them. He didn’t look down upon them in disgust. No, there was sympathy in his gaze. A quiet understanding. He could not comfort them in a physical sense, but Franziska did not mind. The simple fact he was sitting there, without any ounce of annoyance or aversion was enough for them. 

How sad was it that something so simple was enough? Franziska thought it was rather pathetic how low the bar was. That didn’t stop them from finding comfort in it, though. It didn’t stop them from feeling safe, and loved. 

Eventually their loud sobs would turn into quiet tears which they whipped away with a shaking hand. They took in a deep breath, forcing their mind and body to focus on the moment. They were fine. There was no reason to cry. Franziska held the breath for a few seconds before releasing it, feeling just a tiny bit better.

“Thank you, Miles,” Franziska’s voice was shaking slightly, along with the rest of their body.

“Of course, Franziska,” Miles gave a soft smile, but it faded slightly as his gaze wandered to the clock in the room, “I must go, but If I can I will visit you again.”

They shook their head, “No need, Miles, focus on your job. You can’t let Wright take all the credit, after all.”

He gave a soft chuckle, “I suppose that is true,” Miles stood up, “Goodbye Franziska.”

“Goodbye Miles,” They bowed their head.

With that, he left the room. Franziska was on their own once again with a tear stained face. Though this time the tears were because of something good. They had hope. Hope that they would be fine, they would be free. They were not going to get the guilty verdict. Franziska just had to believe in Miles, believe in Wright and Maya, and believe in themself. Everything would be fine. 

Everything was not fine. Franziska was panicking, their breathing quick and unsteady. Their mind was racing with a thousand thoughts at a time. It was so foolish and they were fine just moments ago and they should not be panicking. But they were. They were panicking, and they couldn’t stop, and they couldn’t breath, and everything was awful and everything was wrong and the thing that set them off was so foolish and they should not care.

It had been such a baseless comment. Something they shouldn't have even heard. Something so foolish should not have bothered them but Franziska could not stop thinking about it. They couldn’t get the foolish idea out of their head. The thoughts plagued their mind and refused to leave, only getting worse and worse by the moment.

“They are a von Karma, after all.”

Those few words that had been uttered, whispered , by one the guards. Words they were not meant to hear but did anyway. They stuck in their head like sap to a tree. A von Karma. Franziska was a von Karma. A name that seemed to be cursed due to what their papa had done. Did they not expect anything better from Franziska? Did they hear their name and only think of the man who came before them? A man so bent on perfection that he was willing to kill another man, all because he put a small dent in his record. 

But of course that’s all they would see. That’s all Franziska let them see. An angry, spiteful, vengeful , person. Why wouldn’t they snap just as their papa had? Why wouldn’t they be just as obsessed with perfection? Obsessed with being nothing but a perfect little prosecutor with a perfect record. That dream, a dream that was not their own, it was over. It had been over for a while. Despite that, nothing changed. They were still angry. Still spiteful. Still vengeful. Franziska von Karma wasn’t a good person. Good people aren’t accused of murder.

No, there was a reason they were accused. A reason other than the fact a whip was found at the scene. They were an awful person, someone who hurt others for no good reason other than they found them “ foolish” . Good people don’t do that. Only someone as horrible as them would do that, because they were awful, and because they were a von Karma. 

Not just any von Karma, but the child of Manfred von Karma. Why wouldn’t they be like him? He was the one who raised them, who taught them how to be awful. Of course they were just like him. They were not Franziska von Karma, no. They were Franziska von Karma, child of Manfred von Karma. That was all they would ever be. All they would ever amount to.

They were not their own person. It didn’t matter how much they tried, how much they fought, how many trials they lost or won. They would always be the child of Manfred. Nothing more, nothing less. Franziska had a name, but it wasn’t their own. As much as they tried to make it so. It would never be their own.

There was no doubt they would be convicted. Why wouldn’t they? The defense had no solid evidence that they weren’t the killer. Sure, they lacked a motive, but did someone as awful as them really need one? No. They didn’t. It wouldn’t matter how much Wright fought, how much Miles let slip or contributed, how much Maya tried. Franziska von Karma was guilty due to their lineage alone. Nothing could change that.

Wright had a look of determination in his eyes. Though, that did not surprise Franziska. The fool was always determined. No matter how foolishly foolish that determination was. But it was his greatest quality despite how foolish it was. There was something different about it this time, something off. Franziska could not quite put their finger on it, but they didn’t have time to dwell on it.

On the other hand, Miles looked abnormally relaxed. It was almost uncomfortable, and it looked so forced. Franziska assumed he was trying to put on a brave face, but it only made them dread what he had to say. Something bad was about to happen, and they could only assume the worst. Perhaps they should start trying to accept that.

The second day of the trial had already begun, and it was so so quiet. Like either were afraid of making the first move despite how they held themselves. What had they found? Something else that would turn the tables against them, or something that would prove once and for all they were innocent. Only time would tell.

Eventually, Miles spoke, “The prosecution calls Rellik Eht to the stand.”

A girl Franziska barely recognized took the stand. She looked a bit younger than them, but only by a year or two. Her skin was pale, and her hair white. Said hair was about medium length, reaching to just past her shoulders. She wore a red dress shirt, and black pants. Her shoes were flats, and also black. All things considered, she looked pretty normal compared to the other people that have entered this courtroom. 

“Please state your name and occupation for the court,” Miles instructed.

“Rellik Eht. I am a college student,” Eht spoke carefully.

It was odd. She gave such little information. Eht was either naturally like this, or hiding something. Franziska hoped it was the latter, for their own sake. At least, they hoped she was hiding something that would point in the real direction of the killer. It was their only hope at this point. All they could do was hope.

“Your testimony, please,” Miles asked.

Eht nodded, “Of course. I was walking through the village, heading to the meditation room, when I saw von Karma. They had passed by me, but looked on edge. I did not question it at the time since I knew they were taking care of the sick Pearl Fey and had assumed they were simply worried about her. Looking back on it now, they were probably worried about getting caught.”

That didn’t sound wrong. Franziska did not remember passing by Eht specifically, but it was entirely possible that they had but missed it as they were focused on bringing Pearl her medicine. They had been on edge because of Pearl like Eht had initially assumed. Though they had also been on edge about losing their whip, it didn’t change the facts. 

There wasn’t anything wrong with the testimony. That was a problem. It was a major problem. There was nothing wrong with the testimony. Franziska took in a sharp breath as they glanced over at Wright to gauge his reaction. They desperately hoped he had some sort of evidence that would prove her claims false, but he looked just as worried as they were.

“The defense may begin its cross examination,” The judge stated.

He didn’t have anything, did he? As they watched him search through his evidence, they could tell. There was nothing. He didn’t have anything. They got a terrifying feeling. A sense of hopelessness. Unless Wright found something soon, they felt this was it for them.

Eventually, Wright took a deep breath, “When Franziska passed by you, what did they look like?”

“They had a tray of food, and I believe some medicine too. Like I said before, they looked tense. Other than that there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary,” Eht explained.

“I see,” Wright paused, “You said you knew Franziska was taking care of Pearl. Was this a well known fact around the village?”

Eht took a moment to think, “It wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t announced either. It was mostly spread around through word of mouth, but most people were aware that was what they were doing.”

“Right…” He was starting to look nervous, “When you got to the meditation room, what happened?”

“I never got the chance either. I had stopped when I saw Whitney looking absolutely terrified. I had waited with her until the police showed up since she said she didn’t wish to be left alone.” Eht explained.

New information, perfect. Maybe this was what they needed! Maybe this was the part that would turn the case around- that would save them. The tiny lie that would unravel this entire thing. This had to be it. This had to be the claim that would save their life.

“Right, Whitney told us about that,” Wright fell silent after that.

Oh. Oh no. No no no. That meant- was there really nothing wrong with Eht’s testimony? No! There had to be something, anything ! Something! Even if it was small, or meaningless! There had to be something! Something more! There just had to be… there had to be. Anything… anything at all… but there was nothing. Nothing wrong. 

The judge banged his gavel, “If the defense finds nothing wrong with this testimony, and has no new evidence to show to the court, I’ll have to deliver my verdict.”

Was this the end for them? Was it over? This wasn’t fair! They didn’t do anything ! They didn’t kill anyone! Why couldn’t they see that? Why couldn’t they see they were innocent? Franziska didn’t do anything wrong! So why were they being punished? Why did the universe hate them? What was going to happen to them..?

“Just give me one second,” Wright desperately searched through all the evidence he held.

Franziska took in a sharp breath. It was over, wasn’t it? This was how it ended. They didn’t do anything, but that didn’t matter. They were a child of Manfred von Karma. It was destiny that led them here. This was their fate. This is what they deserved for holding the von Karma name. For daring to step out into the world.

“Motive! We still don’t know Franziska’s motive!” Wright shouted. 

“Does a killer need a motive?” Eht questioned, “Sometimes people are just prone to violent outbursts.”

All they had was their reputation, and it was the very thing being used against them. Franziska von Karma was nothing more than an egotistical, violent, selfish bastard who was prone to hurting people when they didn’t get their way. Nothing more, nothing less. That was all they were, and all they would ever be. 

Suddenly, Maya slammed a desk, “Franziska hasn’t had a violent outburst in months! They have been working to better themself! They’d never kill anyone!” 

The judge banged his gavel, “Miss Fey, please calm down or you will be held in contempt of court.”

“I don’t care!” Maya slammed her hands down on the desk before, “Franziska is innocent! They-”

“Maya,” Franziska cut her off, their voice stern and void of emotion, “Nothing you say will matter if you don’t have evidence.”

The girl looked at her, desperation in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was stopping herself for some reason. Franziska stared back at her. Their face was cold, empty, and tired . They were so tired, and Maya was so worried. She looked like she wanted to cry.

They couldn’t understand why she cared so much. Why was she trying? Franziska wasn’t worth the trouble. Maya was only going to get herself hurt and it would be all their fault . She shouldn’t care about them. She shouldn’t try. Franziska’s fate was sealed. It wasn’t worth it to keep trying. 

Wright looked at them with the same concern, which confused Franziska even more. Why did a man they despised care so much? Why even bother? Why not let your rival rot in prison? Franziska couldn’t understand why he kept fighting. They couldn’t understand why he kept trying. It wasn’t worth it. They weren’t worth it.

“Since no new evidence has been presented, I am ready to deliver my verdict,” The judge spoke after banging his gavel.

Here it was. This was the end. A hard fought but hopeless battle. They could try and get one more day, but it was clear they would not find anything. Franziska von Karma was guilty, despite never touching the murder weapon. They were a murderer. A violent, angry, spiteful murderer. That was all they would ever be.

The judge cleared his throat, “The court finds Franziska von Karma-”

The door burst open, “OBJECTION!” 

It was… detective Scruffy!? What was he doing here? He looked like he ran all the way here with how hard he was breathing, trying to catch his breath. Had he run all the way from Kurain or had he at least taken the train? Franziska wasn’t sure which was more likely when it came to the detective. 

“Detective Gumshoe, what is the meaning of this!?” The judge demanded answers.

Gumshoe looked up at everyone. All eyes of the court were on him, waiting with anticipation. With a determined face, he held up a whip. A whip they knew well. A whip that had gone missing. A whip with a familiar moon charm. Franziska’s whip.

Suddenly, everything felt different. Franziska felt a sudden burst of hope. A not guilty verdict seemed to be in reach. This was it! This was evidence they had needed all this time! Right? This would be the thing that would prove them innocent. It had to! It just had to. 

“We found this stuffed under the porch of one of the buildings,” Gumshoe explained, “And you’ll never guess who’s fingerprints we found on it!”

“Franziska’s?” Edgeworth questioned with a raised brow.

Gumshoe shook his head, “No, Rellik Eht’s ! They were everywhere but the handle!”

There were gasps heard all around the courtroom. Muttering and whispers followed. Was Eht behind this? Was she just an accomplice? Did she know about Franziska’s plans and try to stop them early? Why didn’t she just use the actual whip instead of a decoy? The judge had to bang his gavel to hush everyone. 

Wright slammed his desk, “I would like to accuse Rellik Eht for killing Rest’i en Piece and attempting to frame Franziska!”

Once again, the court was in an uproar. One piece of evidence and Wright already thinks Eht is the killer? Who did he think he was!? Franziska had to admit, even they thought it was a bit out there. Yet, they couldn’t help but feel he knew more than he let on. There was a certain look in his eyes. Determined, and confident. A renewed look of hope.

“What!? Where is your proof?” Eht looked pissed, “Where is my motive?”

“Your motive is Franziska themself,” Wright pulled out a file, “I have in my hands the case files for Franziska’s first trial. It was a flawless victory for them, and the defendant? His name was Mictiv Eht, Rellik Eht’s father!” 

The judge had to quickly bring order to the court again. How did Wright even get that file? It was a trial in Germany. Had he requested it, or had someone given it to him? Their eyes trailed over to Miles, who looked smug and confident. Oh. someone had given it to him. Franziska wondered how long he had known.

“The case was very quick. The defense was unprepared and had little to no evidence to back up their claim. It wasn’t till later did the truth of Mictiv’s innocence came out, but by then it was too late,” Wright looked up at Eht, “but you knew he was innocent all along, and wanted to get revenge for your father. So you planned to frame Franziska and have them suffer the same fate as him.”

Eht’s face was red, and she was desperately trying not to lash out, “Evidence! Where is the evidence!?”

It was Maya’s turn to pull out something. An outfit. It sort of looked like Franziska’s own. The colors were off, but the style was the same. Though maybe if it was dark they would have mistaken it for their own. If it was dark they would have mistaken it for their own. That was it. Of course!

“This was found in the Side Room in Kurain. The very room Eht was staying in!” Wright explained, “Along with this, there is also the whip which contains your fingerprints!”

“If I had stolen the whip, then why didn’t I use it?” Eht questioned. 

“Simple. It was moved,” Wright smirked, “We spoke with Pearl Fey, and she confessed to finding the whip in the Side Room. She was going to give it back to Franziska as a surprise, but forgot where she put it after she hid it herself.”

The courtroom fell silent, and all eyes were on Eht. Everyone anticipated her reaction. Wright’s argument was tight. She could deny, though. The evidence wasn’t exactly devised either, mostly based on speculation. She could easily claim Wright was wrong. Of course, denying it would only prolong the inevitable.

Eht’s look of rage shifted as she took in a deep breath. Suddenly she was calm. Her eyes closed as she continued to take deep breaths. It was clear she was trying not to lash out. Franziska was, admittedly, impressed. Usually those in her position would let their emotions take over. 

Her eyes opened slowly, she glanced around. It was when her gaze fell on Franziska that everything changed. That calmness quickly dissipated, and the rage returned as she scowled at Franziska. They stared back, stern but calm. Determined. This was it. 

“Von Karma,” She growled, then huffed. 

Then she… started laughing? It was concerning, unsettling even, in all honesty. Terrifying even. She just kept laughing, and laughing. It was a tired, but rage filled laugh. Maniacal even. Eht kept going, and going, until eventually it died down, replaced with cruel chuckles.

“Fine. I admit. I did it. I killed Rest’i and tried to frame Franziska,” Eht had a smug grin on her face that quickly shifted to fury, “They deserve it. They deserve to suffer the same fate as my father!” Eht slammed her hands down on the witness stand, “It’s not fair! He didn’t do anything wrong but because of them he’s gone!”

Oh. Oh . They brought this upon themself. Franziska’s desire for a perfect record, their desire for their papa’s approval- it led to this. It all led to this. This was their fault, wasn’t it? If they had been better- if they had aimed for justice instead of perfection then none of this would have happened. Everything would have been fine if they weren’t such a fool.

Franziska took a deep breath, “Eht-”

“What!?” She snapped, glaring at them.

“...I’m sorry,” They responded.

“Wh- what?” Eht blinked.

Franziska sighed, “I’m sorry about your father. If I had been a better prosecutor, none of this would have happened.”

Of course, murder was an awful way to get back at someone. Yet, Franziska couldn’t help but understand. Back when they thought Miles had killed himself, they were so angry. They took that anger out on Wright, even though he didn’t deserve it. Franziska had blamed him for everything that had happened, instead of looking at the truth.

“Sorry won’t fix anything,” Eht glared, “It’s too late now.”

“I know,” Franziska nodded solemnly, “but I still think you deserve to hear it.”

With that, Eht fell silent. The bailiff took her away. The courtroom was quiet for a few moments, no one expecting what had just happened. Franziska couldn’t help but feel bad. It was clear Eht cared about her father deeply. It had to have been deep if Eht was willing to murder someone to avenge him. 

If they hadn’t cared so much about perfection, about a flawless victory, about their papa’s approval, none of this would have happened. Eht’s father wouldn’t have been proven guilty, and they would have never murdered Rest’i. Everything would have been fine. Everything would have been fine. Everything would have been -

The banging of a gavel snapped them out of their thoughts. Franziska looked up, blinking. Right. Their verdict. They took a deep, shaking breath. It was obvious what they would get, but that did little to calm them down. Still, they had to force a thankful smile.

“For the murder of Rest’i en Piece, I pronounce Franziska von Karma not guilty!” The judge said as he banged his gavel once more.

Like every trial had, confetti burst out. Before Franziska had thought it to be silly, and foolish, but now they couldn’t help but feel sad. They didn’t deserve this. This fanfare, it was never meant for them. Franziska was an awful horrible person, and awful horrible people don’t deserve confetti. 

They held their hand out, watching the tiny pieces of paper fall into it. It was so wrong. This was all wrong. Franziska wasn’t innocent. They couldn’t be innocent. How could they? They got an innocent man sent to jail. How many more innocent people did they wrongfully convict? Just how much innocent blood was on their hands? It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

Suddenly, someone crashed into their side- and arms wrapped around them in a hug. Franziska flinched, but quickly calmed down when they noticed it was Maya. She was laughing, giddy and excited. There was a wide grin on her face. It nearly made Franziska forget about all their self doubts and anxieties. 

“We did it Fran!” Maya cheered. 

“Yeah,” They breathed, “We did it.”

“Come on! The others are waiting for us in the lobby,” She took Franziska’s hand, and led them out of the courtroom.

How long had they been spacing out? Long enough for the lawyers and Gumshoe to disappear apparently. That meant Maya had stayed behind. All for them. The notion was nice. They weren’t used to such kindness, even after spending so much time with Maya. It wasn’t something they deserved. 

Maya led them through the courthouse until they reached the defendant lobby. Franziksa knew their way around the courthouse, of course, but Maya was holding their hand as she led them, and Franziska didn’t want to let go. The touch was so simple, yet Franziska couldn’t help but crave it. 

Eventually they would reach the defendant lobby. Maya went to pull away, but Franziska squeezed her hand gently. She gave them a quick glance, then a soft smile as she continued to hold onto Franziska. With her free hand, Maya opened the door and the two entered the room.

Miles and Wright were speaking to each other, and the detective was sitting on the couch. They all looked over when the two entered. Franziska gave a respectful nod, while Maya waved with her free hand. Miles was the first to approach them. He had a small, but kind smile on his face. 

“Congratulations on your victory, Franziska,” He looked almost proud.

“Thank you Miles, though I couldn’t have done it without you, or without Wright,” Franziska glanced at the lawyer in question.

Wright smiled, “Of course, anything for a friend.”

“Friend?” Franziska blinked.

“Yeah, If you are fine with that,” Wright, no, Phoenix said.

Franziska nodded, smiling, “Yes, I would like that.”

Scruffy walked up to them, and handed them their whip, “Here, before I forget.”

“Oh! Thank you detective,” Franziska took the whip, and returned it to the hook on their belt, “and not just for returning my whip. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I’m sure I would have been given the guilty verdict.”

“Aw, it was nothing sir! I was just doing my job!” Gumshoe grinned.

“Oh! Guys! We should celebrate this victory with dinner,” Maya exclaimed.

“Do you actually want to celebrate this, or are you just hungry?” Phoenix questioned.

Maya huffed, “It can be both!”

“I think dinner sounds great,” Franziska interrupted.

Miles nodded, “I second that. I’ll even pay.”

“Are you sure Mr. Edgeworth?” Gumshoe asked.

“Of course.”

Phoenix smiled, “Well then, I guess we should head out then!”

“I would like to go to Kurain first and get a few things ready,” Franziska said.

“Right, we can meet in a few hours then,” Phoenix nodded.

“I’ll go with Fran! I want to see if Pearl’s is feeling well enough to come with, anyways, so it works out!” Maya exclaimed. 

With that, the group split up. Miles had to do some paperwork, Gumshoe had to head back to the precinct. Phoenix had to return to his office, and Maya and Franziska had to head to the train station. Though they would meet later at the Gatewater Aurora Restaurant. 

The train ride was mostly silent, with Franziska staring out the window. They were distracted by their thoughts. Did they really deserve all this? Freedom? A big fancy dinner? They had only really agreed to make Maya happy. She deserved to be happy, not like them. They didn’t earn any of this.

They caught a glimpse of movement in their eyes as Maya set a plate down in front of them. It was a slice of chocolate cake. How did Maya even pay for that? They weren’t aware she had any money. Though, perhaps she stole Phoenix’s wallet. That wasn’t out of character.

“Thank you Maya,” They picked up the fork as they examined the cake.

“Of course!” Maya sat down next to them.

Silence filled the train car afterwards. They were the only two in there, which made sense. Not many visited Kurain. Franziska didn’t mind, though, if anything they preferred to be alone at this time. Well, alone excluding Maya. She made them feel safe. She made them feel comfortable.

“Are you okay?” Maya asked.

Franziska was silent for a moment, “No.”

“I see. Do you want to talk about it?”

“...Do you think I’m a bad person?” Franziska questioned. 

“Of course not!” Maya exclaimed, worried, “Do you?”

“...”

“Fran?”

“I am a bad person!” They suddenly snapped, “I’m a horrible person. I have done so many awful things and I don’t deserve any of this. I didn’t deserve a not guilty verdict, I don’t deserve this dinner, I don’t deserve Miles or Scruffy or Phoenix and- and I don’t deserve you! I have hurt so many people! I- I have probably gotten so many innocent people sent to jail. I’m- I’m not a good person, Maya.”

“ Franziska ,” Maya took their hand, “You’re wrong.”

“ What ?”

“You deserve the world, Fran, and none of what happened was your fault!” Maya asserted.

“But I got Eht’s father sent to jail i-”

“Was just doing your job!”

“Exactly! Because of my job I have hurt so many innocent people!”

“Franziska! You- you were only thirteen! Did you even have a choice?”

“I… no- but-”

“But nothing!” Maya snapped, “Your father made you become a prosecutor. Your father pressured you into becoming just like him! You aren’t a bad person, Fran, you’re just… you just need help, and that’s okay.”

Franziska took a deep breath, “I… okay… Thank you, Maya.”

“Of course,” Maya smiled, “Now let's enjoy some cake!”

The cake was delicious, but the silence only gave them time to think. What were they going to do next? Franziska wasn’t sure. They didn’t even know if they wanted to be a prosecutor anymore. They didn’t know if they could continue knowing that their actions had harmed who knows how many innocent people. 

But what could they do? Franziska didn’t even know what they liked doing. All this time they had only ever done things for other people, whether they wanted to or not. Did they even have any hobbies? Anything they liked doing in their free time? Who were they?

Franziska knew one thing. Whatever happened, they didn’t want to do it on their own. They just couldn’t be alone again. They liked working with others, even if it got annoying at times. They wanted to help people, too. Franziska knew that. They knew they liked helping people. 

“Maya,” Franziska started, “I don’t think I want to be a prosecutor anymore.”

“That’s alright,” Maya gave a soft smile.

“I don’t know what I want to do.”

“That's okay too.”

“I do know that, whatever I do, I want to be with you, Maya,” Franziska looked up at her.

Maya continued to smile, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” They took a deep breath, “Maya I- I love you.”

She paused, and stared at Franziska. Her eyes went wide, and her face red. Shit. Had they fucked up? Was this it? Had they gone too far? Were they about to lose their best friend? No. No- Maya was smiling? She was grinning, and tears of joy were in her eyes.

“I love you too, Franziska.”

Franziska took in a sharp breath, “Really?”

“Yeah,” She took their hand, “And whatever you do, I’d be honored that you’d want to do it by my side.”

They smiled, “You’ll help me figure it out?”

“Yeah, we can do it together.”

“Together. I like the sound of that."

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It had been a year since they were put on trial, and so many things had happened. They cut their hair, it now being much shorter than it already was and styled like an undercut. Though they still wore their vest, they no longer wore their white dress shirt with the puffy shoulders. Franziska still wore a dress shirt, of course, but it was more simple and a very light shade of purple. Sometimes, if they were feeling particularly fancy, they would wear the nice white overcoat Miles had gifted them.

They had taken a temporary leave from their job, unsure if they would even return. They found new hobbies, like playing the piano or watching shows with Maya- the Steel Samurai lore now being hardwired into their brain thanks to the girl. Above all else, they had been officially dating Maya for an entire year now. 

Well, in actuality not many things had happened, but it felt like a lot.

Though, that was only considering the things that had happened to them. 

The fool that was Phoenix Wright got himself disbarred for presenting forged evidence, and refused to accept any help to prove his innocence. They, Miles, and Maya had tried to help him for awhile, till eventually he stopped responding to any of their messages. He was still alive, they knew that much at least.

It was disappointing, really. How he fought so hard for others, but refused to fight for himself. Even more disappointing was how he refused to accept help, even after forcing so many to accept his when he knew they needed it. Franziska couldn’t stand that fool. Despite that, they still wrote him letters from time to time. Foolishly hoping that the fool would respond.

He never did.

Maya encouraged them not to focus on him, but that only saddened them more. It angered them, even. Though, that was just because of how much they cared for Maya. They could tell what she was doing, how she was trying to shut her emotions off to avoid getting hurt. Franziska knew that tactic well, because they had used it oh so many times. It never worked, of course.

But, they knew that trying to force Maya out of the mindset would only bring her pain. So, they did what she had done for them just the year prior. Franziska was simply there for her. It was the least they could do, and it was all she really needed at this point. Just someone, anyone, who would stay by her side. Who wouldn’t leave. They would aid Maya until she was ready to face her emotions, and the truth.

Franziska wanted to help Phoenix too, they didn’t want to just ignore someone who needed help, but Maya needed help too and she was actually willing to accept it. As much as it upset them, it was just how things had to be. Phoenix didn’t want help, he wouldn’t accept it, he wouldn’t even try. Maya would. She was trying, and it would take time, and Franziska would stay by her side no matter how long it took. As long as she was trying.

It was funny. Despite everything Maya was going though, she was still trying to help them. Franziska admired her for that. Though, they admired a lot of things about her. Her eyes, her hair, her voice, her kindness, how excited she would get when talking about what she was passionate about, and even her stubbornness and sarcasm. Maya was truly everything she could have asked for.

“Are you sure you are comfortable with this?” Franziska asked, “You do not have to channel him if you do not want to.”

They were worried, though they couldn’t tell if they were more worried about Maya or themself. It was Manfred she was channeling, after all. He wasn’t exactly the epitome of peace, love, and kindness. Franziska wasn’t even sure how it would go. If he would be violent, or if he’d try to take advantage of the fact he was “alive” again.

It was always hard to predict what he’d do. For as long as Franziska could remember, they always had to be careful around him. One little thing could set him off, and then he’d be upset for the rest of the week, or even month. If they were lucky, it would only be for the rest of the day. Though, in all the years he was alive, he had never hit them or Miles. However, plenty of threats had been made.

“Hey,” Maya’s warm voice snapped them out of their thoughts, and she smiled kindly, “I’m sure, Fran. You don’t need to worry about me!”

They chuckled, “You’re my girlfriend, Maya, it's my job to worry about you.”

Girlfriend. It was something they had called Maya plenty of times over the past year, and yet their cheeks still went red and they couldn’t help but smile every time they uttered the word. How absolutely lucky they were to have such a kind heart-ed girl to love them just as much as they loved her. If you had told them a year ago, they wouldn’t have believed it. Yet here they were.

“Just give me the word,” Maya told them.

Right. It was up to them when it started, even if Maya was the one channeling. Their choice. They could still back out, still turn, still run and hide and never look back ever again - but that wouldn't help anything. That wouldn’t help them. Franziska needed this. They needed closure. They needed to speak with him, just one last time. No matter how terrifying it was.

Franziska took a deep breath, “Okay. I’m ready.”

Maya nodded, and closed her eyes. Franziska closed theirs as well. They didn’t want to see it when it happened, they wouldn’t need to see it. They could feel as the comforting company that was Maya Fey disappeared, replaced with a looming, cold, intimidating presence. When they opened their eyes, there he sat. Manfred von Karma.

He looked… surprised. That was the only word Franziska could use to describe his expression. It was often they saw such emotions on him, but, then again, it wasn’t often they dared look him in the eyes. Dared to study his expression, to question his will. Yet here they were, staring at each other. The silence was deafening. 

“Franziska,” Manfred broke it first. 

“Papa,” They responded, cold and calm, “It has been awhile.”

“Why am I here?” He questioned.

“Straight to the point I see,” They sighed, “You’re here because I needed to talk to you.”

They were tense, he could see that. He studied them, studied their body language, studied their voice. Manfred knew they were tense, and Franziska knew he knew, but they didn’t care. Or, they tried not to care. They couldn’t care. They shouldn’t. It didn’t matter if he knew or not, it wouldn’t change anything. They were safe. They were fine. Everything was okay. Everything was fine .

“So? Tell me.” Manfred’s voice was stern, and demanding.

Franziska took a deep breath. They had to remain calm. No matter how tense, how nervous, how scared , they were, they couldn’t let that control them. They were Franziska von Karma, and they weren’t going to let fear control them any longer. For they did not need their papa’s approval, and they were doing this for themself and no one else.

“I am likely going to quit being a prosecutor, I have been living here in Kurain for over a year now and I do not intend to leave anytime soon, I was accused of murder and defended by none other than Phoenix Wright, and I am currently dating Maya Fey,” Franziska forced themself to speak calmly.

Manfred stared at them. He stared for a while, trying to discern their tone. Was this just a bad joke? Were they trying to mock him? No. Franziska was dead serious. Their expression was calm, but cold. Serious. They meant every word they said, and they didn’t regret it in any way shape or form.

“I’m sorry, did I go too fast? Would you like me to start from the beginning?” Franziska questioned. Their tone was anything but genuine. No, it was filled with spite and hate.

Before he died, they never got to show anything other than respect for him. They could not dare to question his ways or his words, else they’d face the consequences. The harsh words of a man who cared not for his children, but for the glory they could bring to the von Karma name. His “ perfect record ” fueled his hateful tone, and he intended to make his children just the same as him.

But things were different now. Manfred von Karma was dead, and his children were free, and Franziska was safe now and they were fine and they would bring true glory to the von Karma name. They had to. For now they were not controlled by a man who valued perfection above all else, but instead controlled by themself and themself alone surrounded by those who truly loves and cared for them for who they were, and not for the title of their family.

“Calm down, mein Nachkomme!" Manfred ordered.

They laughed. It was a sad and angry laugh, “You have no right to tell me to calm down, Papa . You hold no jurisdiction over me anymore.”

He glared at them, “You are a disgrace to-”

“To the von Karma name?” They cut him off, “I know. I am well aware. Like I said, you hold no jurisdiction over me anymore. I do not care about being a von Karma anymore. The name means nothing to me. Not like it did to you.”

Manfred opened his mouth, but Franziska cut him off once more, “That was all you ever cared about, you know. You never even tried. If me or Miles were anything less than perfect, we were nothing to you. The truth is, neither of us would ever be perfect, would we? No,” They frowned as they narrowed their eyes at him, “Because I had always trusted Miles more than you, and you knew that. I still don’t understand why you took him in, why you cared enough. Were you trying to spite Gregory? A dead man. Maybe you felt pity for once in your pathetic life, or maybe you just wanted to torture the boy that reminded you so much of the first man to put a even a scratch on your record.” 

They sighed, “Or maybe you wanted a backup plan. Someone who could be perfect if I wasn’t. Though, I don’t really have to speculate now, do I? So tell me, papa, why did you take him in?”

He didn’t respond. Maybe he was stubborn, or maybe he didn’t know himself. Did it really matter? The damage was done, and there was no going back now. Manfred just stared at them, enraged by their words. Yet he was also surprised. Surprised they would dare speak to him like this, they assumed. It was new for them, they admitted. 

Before, they had worshiped him. They praised him for every little thing, but they weren't a little kid anymore. They weren’t that bratty child who was constantly singing their fathers praise. No. They grew up, they learned, they got better. Everything was better now. It didn’t matter what he thought or what he said now. None of it mattered, and they would make that clear.

“It doesn’t matter,” Franziska huffed, “The past is the past and it can never change,” They paused, “You never did understand that though, did you?”

Silence.

“I didn’t think so. No. You could never leave anything behind, could you? Not your perfect record, not Gregory Edgeworth, not your first born, and not mom,” Franziska glared at him.

“Do not bring Adallindis up!” Manfred snapped.

“Oh now you speak?” Franziska snapped back, “Was she the only one you ever really cared about? Was she the only one who dared to show any amount of kindness to? The kindness you couldn’t even show your own children? None of us! You didn’t care about any of us!”

“Shut. Up.”

“No. No! You need to hear this. I do not care anymore. You are an awful person, and were nothing but horrible to us,” Franziska sighed, “Me nor Miles were ever the disgrace to the family name. No, it was always you, papa.”

“ What ?”

They looked him in the eyes, “You disgraced the family name. Manfred von Karma is the reason the von Karma name is tarnished. You and your obsession with perfection rather than justice. It was never me, it was never Miles, it was always you. You did this, and you made us this way. Everything that happened was your fault. It was always your fault.”

“You’re the one who would dare court someone of such low status.”

“Maya?” Franziska laughed, “I do not care for her status, only for her heart.”

“But-”

“Nothing. But nothing. There is nothing you can say, or have said, that has made me doubt anything I have done over the past year. I do not regret dating Maya, I do not regret taking a leave from my job, and I do not regret coming to Kurain.” 

Manfred scowled at them.

“You know,” Franziska started, a small smile on her face, “My life has been so much better since you died.”

“You are a fool!” He snapped.

“Perhaps I am, but I am a happy fool. A free fool.”

He continued to scowl at them, but went silent. 

Franziska wondered what he was thinking. They had just intended to get some closure, to get answers to their questions, but they had only asked one true question. Even then they didn’t get an answer. But they didn’t want answers anymore, they just wanted him to know how much pain he caused them and how much better they were now.

They hoped he felt bad for the first time in his miserable life. They hoped that his spirit would remain restless knowing that he was the one who brought shame to the von Karma name, and pain to his own children. Though perhaps that was too much to ask. Was it even possible for a pathetic whelp like him to feel shame, or pity for others?

Eventually Franziska sighed, looking away, “You know, the worst part is, I still care about you,” They looked back at him, “I want you to suffer, to be miserable, to feel horrible about yourself and your actions, I want you to be in constant agonizing pain. But I still care about you.” They laughed, “I am a fool, papa, because a part of me still wants you to love me. Still wants you to be proud of me. Still cared enough to seek you out like this.”

Silence.

“It is a foolish quest, is it not?” Franziska gave another sad laugh then sighed, “You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve my pity or care, but I still care about you. Maybe I am a better person than I thought I was, or maybe you have just conditioned me to rely on that approval for so long I can’t help it.”

Silence.

“I hate you, papa, I despise you for what you did to not only me, but Miles too,” They paused, taking in a shaky breath, “Yet I still care about you.”

They hated themself for that too. Maybe not completely, but it was still something they wished they could change. They wanted to hate him, they wanted to despise him, and maybe most of them did. Most of them hated his guts, and didn’t care that he was dead. He wouldn’t be able to hurt them or anyone else like this.

A part of them, though, was upset. A part of them still cared, still wanted his approval. They were such a fool for wanting such things, and Franziska knew that. Of course, that didn’t change how they felt. They still cared, like the fool they were. They cared about an awful man who did not deserve their pity.

“I’m sorry.”

Did they hear that right? Sorry? Manfred von Karma was sorry ? How? Why ? This had to be a trap, a trick. It was the only answer. Why else would he apologize? This cruel man couldn’t actually care, could he? There was no way he actually cared. They didn’t believe it. They couldn’t believe it.

“What?”

Franziska didn’t bother hiding the shock in their voice or their expression of disbelief. There wasn’t any point in it. Perhaps this was the reaction he wanted. One last huzzah before Franziska said goodbye for the final time. One last attempt at manipulation. They wouldn't hold it above him to do such a thing.

“I’m sorry, Franziska.”

Again. He said it again. Maybe he was truly sorry, or maybe he was just trying really hard to manipulate them. It was hard to tell with this man. It was always hard to tell. That was, perhaps, why they feared him so much. Why they didn’t trust the words that came out of his mouth. Though, it did not matter if he was truly sorry or not. The damage was done, and there was no fixing it.

They were silent for a moment, then they laughed. It was a sad, sad, laugh, “Sorry won’t change anything. I do not forgive you. Not when I still suffer from the scars you left me.”

“I see,” Manfred nodded, “of course.”

They still wondered why his attitude had changed so suddenly. Perhaps he did care, or perhaps he was just hoping he could manipulate them further. It was unclear. It was always unclear with him. They never could understand what their papa’s thought process was. Of course, they knew he would do anything for perfection, but they could never figure out the reasons behind that other than bring so called “glory” to the von Karma name.

“Goodbye, Papa.”

It would be the last time they said such words, or at least, they hoped it would be the last time. Franziska did not want to see him again, they could not. This was their closure. This was the last time they would see him face to face. Perhaps, when they healed, they would see him once more, but a part of them did not want that day to come. At least, not the part where they see him again.

“Goodbye Franziska.”

Was that the first time he had said goodbye to them? It felt like it. Before, he had only ever reminded them about the fact the family name was on the line, or their perfect record, or any similar things. Never goodbye, though. Never goodbye. It was an odd thing to hear, and an odd thing to bring them a strange sense of comfort. This was it. This was goodbye.

Just like before, Franziska closed their eyes. They took a deep, shaky breath. Franziska hadn’t even noticed they started shaking. It was probably from their rage, and perhaps there was a little bit of anxiety mixed in. That was the first time they had ever spoken to their papa like that before. There were so many emotions they had to get out, so many feelings that had been pent up for years.

The intense aura of their papa dissipated, as it was replaced with the wonderfully comfortable presence of their beloved Maya. They opened their eyes, and saw in front of them their beautiful girlfriend. Her own eyes were closed as she took in a deep breath. When they opened, she saw Franziska in front of her, and she smiled warmly.

Without a word, Franziska hugged Maya. Her arms wrapped around them as she buried her face into their neck. The touch was such a comfortable feeling. It was something Franziska still wasn’t used to, even after a year, but was always happy to receive. They had never thought of themself as someone who would like physical affection before they met her.

She had made their life so much better, so much brighter. They owed so much to her, yet she didn’t ask for anything but Franziska's undying love and affection and they were entirely willing to give her that. Maya was everything Franziska ever needed, and they were so happy that she cared so deeply for them.

“How did it go?” She asked, breaking the silence.

That was a good question. How did it go? They had gotten everything out, every ounce of emotion, whether it was good or bad, they felt towards their papa, but they weren’t sure if they felt any better. They did feel less angry, though. All that pent up rage had finally been released, and towards the one they felt it to. 

After thinking for a bit, Franziska spoke, “Better than I expected…”

“That’s good,” She pulled away from the hug and looked at them, “I’m proud of you.”

Oh how the smile on Maya’s face made them fall in love all over again. Franziska often thought they did not deserve her kindness, her love, or her affection. Yet here they were. They were so lucky to have her, so lucky to have even met her let alone become her partner. Franziska cherished Maya with every fiber of their being. 

They smiled, “Thank you. That means a lot.”

It was such a simple gesture, one expected from a lover, but that didn’t mean it meant any less to Franziska. This was the first time they had been in a romantic relationship. They could have never guessed how amazing it was. Everyday they found more and more reasons to appreciate Maya.

This sort of connection, the unconditional love and support, they had never gotten anything like this from anyone other than their brother. This felt different, though, it felt special. Miles had grown up with them, he knew what to expect and why they did what they did. He even sympathized with them. And he was their brother. It was only natural that he cared so much.

Maya though? She had only known them for a few years before they started dating. They hadn’t met on the best of terms either- Okay, they met on bad terms, actually. The fact Franziska first met their girlfriend by prosecuting her for murder would hopefully make for a funny story given time. A fun tidbit during gatherings or games with friends.

They could not understand how Maya fell in love with someone like them, yet here they were. They were loved, and cherished, and cared for, and it was the best feeling in the world. Franziska would not trade it for anything, nothing at all could replace what they felt for Maya. Not a perfect record, not the approval of their papa, not the joy of victory, not anything at all.

“Of course!” Maya giggled.

They hugged again, Franziska taking a deep breath, and Maya placed a kiss on their forehead. They were safe now, they were happy now, everything was looking up for them. Things weren’t perfect, but that was okay. They were happy, they were safe and comfortable. Nothing would be able to hurt them ever again, and if it did, they would have people there for them. It was odd how much could change in just a year, but Franziska welcomed the change with open arms. 

They wondered how their younger self would react to all this, or even just themself from last year. They probably wouldn’t believe them. That they wouldn’t care so much about perfection, about their papa, about the von Karma name. Nor would they believe that they’d find the love of their life.

Yet here they were. 

Things were looking up for them, and their life was so much better now. 

Perhaps they would stay a prosecutor. Franziska considered the idea, thinking about it carefully. There were so many who are like who they used to be, so many obsessed with getting the guilty verdict instead of justice. It was simply foolish for so many to be like that. 

Franziska could be different, no, they would be different.

They would return glory to the von Karma name.

Not for some pathetic perfect record,

But for truth and justice.