My heart is dead and so is my client.

The moment he drank from that bottle, I knew that something was wrong. But I didn't do anything about it. I just stood there as he coughed up blood from his mouth, vomitting it all over his hand and drenching part of the witness' stand with it too. That was mere seconds before he lost his balance and fell onto his back.

I rushed over to him as quickly as possible. Fawles had already lost everything five years ago and I was determined not to let it happen again. Even though deep in my heart I knew that there was nothing I could do about it.

I had lost.

He had lost.

My mentor had lost.

The young prosecutor had lost.

We had lost...

Dahlia Hawthorne... had won.

Miles Edgeworth had demanded for a recess, despite probably knowing as well as I did that there was nothing he could do.

My mentor- coffee afficionado, Diego Armando- walked over to me and the man dying in my arms, looking solemn. In the three months I had been working at Grossberg's office, that was the only time I had ever seen him look like that. It was nervewracking to say the least. This was especially so when my client opened his eyes and looked up at Diego, thanking him for the coffee before I felt him go cold and limp on top of my arms.

My client was dead. And there was nothing I could do.

But she walked out of the courtroom without a word. Just a simple angelic smile on her demonically sweet face.

The trial was over.

No winners. Only losers.

Shards of a broken porcelain mug laid fractured in his hand. We were silent, so much so that a pin could have dropped in that courtroom and it would have echoed. A few more moments passed before he spoke. "The only time a lawyer can cry... is when it's all over..." He spoke.

Those words made me feel something. It was as though I was the pieces of porcelain in his hand, and one by one, he was putting them back together. This was the first step- reassuring me that everything would be okay.

It was true. I hadn't been the one to kill Terry Fawles... It was down to a demoness who hadmade him feel the urge to drink the poison in that bottle.

Diego was right. I can't cry yet. It's not over after all. And I won't let Mr. Fawles' death be in vain. I will catch Dahlia. And I will bring her to justice.

Mia Fey.