"Don't get ahead of yourself." Frills was too hopeful for his own good, but luckily, he had Godot there to tug on the reigns. "You still don't know where the prior knowledge came from. And you know just how much a prosecutor can get away with based on his good word. Even keeping a key witness off the stand, unless the defense is good enough to drag the cat out of the bag. No doubt the court accepted Blondie Number Two's good word with pressing for more."

And that would be your mistake, Trite. Just one of many in this mess.

"Who knows? The good forger might have come forward himself. Wouldn't be the first leaf to change colors with the seasons." And that's where objectivity came in. Frills wasn't thinking, and he missed that little fact. Trying to force the evidence to match the conclusion was a mistake rookies made--and Edgeworth had been a prodigy even in his first case.

Godot should know.

"Convenience isn't evidence! Don't accept a second place beauty queen just because she winks at you, Pretty Boy. If you want to play the defense, it's the top prize or nothing!" Who knew talk of the future would make him so nostalgic. He wasn't wearing the mask, but somewhere inside Godot, Diego Armando smiled.

"So the storyteller voted in Trite's favor, did he?" Now Godot mulled over the thought: water trickled into the filter, and mixed with the grounds to form the brew. "Interesting little ploy. Now answer me this. What could you possibly have been doing that would have kept you away from those little proceedings, Frills? And not just you, but all of those other moths that gather around Trite's flame. You said it didn't make sense, but you're the one not thinking it through. Water doesn't just become tea because you pour it into a cup!"