I'm not sure if you've noticed that I had trouble with the sudden disappearance of Miles Edgeworth in Apollo Justice. What really happened to him in those seven years? At any rate, this was written around the middle of 'Turnabout Savior'. You don't need to read that one to understand this. Although, in my head, 'Savior' is cannon to me, so there might be references to that fiction. Again, this was, and still is not beta-read; although I did go through it before I published it here and caught a couple of mistakes! If you find anything major, please point it out so I may fix them! I hope you enjoy!

Sight

"When you notice something clearly and see it vividly, it then becomes sacred" -Alan Ginsberg

"Papa, you've got mail!" Trucy chirped as she bounced into the office. She was slightly flushed and had an excited look on her face.

"Thanks Trucy," Phoenix regarded her through a furrowed brow as he took the letter from her. "You seem extra excited today...what's going on?"

"You are looking at the newest employee at the Wonderbar!" Trucy bowed as she flashed her 100-watt grin.

"Congratulations! I knew your practice and hard work would pay off!" He gave the excited girl a hug.

"I'm gonna make us some tea. This is a special occasion. Plus, its cold outside." She shivered to exaggerate her point, then bounded into the inner office to start the tea.

Phoenix chuckled to himself. But his mood suddenly became serious when he read the name on the parchment envelope. 'Miles Edgeworth'. Bitterness and anger flooded into his mind as he walked over to the one bookcase that survived the 'Trucy makeover'. He spent several years writing Miles without any response. Revenge was bittersweet. Phoenix was just about to toss the letter into the blue shoe box he kept the letters from Miles over the last six years, when something on the backside of the envelope caught his eye. It was taped. Miles was a man of detail; he sealed all his letters with a thin layer of magenta wax for crying out loud, and he would've put the letter in a new envelope before he dreamed of taping it shut. Did Trucy read his letter? He shoved that idea aside. She had never read any other of his letters, beside the fact that the wax had never been broken. Whenever she asked about Miles, he would give her some her a vague recollection of who he was. It pained him to go into any detail. They had parted on bad terms, and he didn't want to have anything to do with Miles any more, if he could help it. Then, the letters started coming, and Phoenix was frustrated and resentful. He threw the first one away, but later went digging for it. He didn't have the courage to read it, knowing it would be an apology or an explanation for Miles's sudden departure after Phoenix's disbarment. Phoenix wasn't sure what hurt worse, the fact that his friend left him in his time of need, or that he left with no explanation. It didn't matter, he had Trucy now, and her smile made all the difference in the world.

Sighing, Phoenix carefully opened the envelope. There were two sheets, each matching the envelope, each folded neatly into threes, each bearing Miles's neat penmanship. It swirled and looped beautifully around the pages.

His hands shook as he read the first letter.

'Dear Phoenix,

I am not sure why I write this, after receiving no response from you in the past several years. I tried to think of a way to get you to read at least this letter, since I do have some very important news to tell you. I know you know all of my little habits and insecurities enough to spot the tape on the envelope and know that, that is not like me. I only hope I have caught your attention enough that you are reading this now. I write to you to tell you that I have evidence that could possibly put your 'friend' Kristoph in a bit of a jam, and possibly in jail for a very long time. I won't tell you about it in this letter, however, I would like to hear your voice. I would like you to call me, and I will explain everything.'

'Yours, Miles Edgeworth'

P.S. I have enclosed a copy of my first letter explaining my actions of the past. Please read it, Phoenix, I need to hear from you.'

Phoenix couldn't move. Reading Miles handwriting brought back memories of his youth and he wasn't sure if he wanted to revisit those memories.