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Mia loved to lecture Maya. While Maya hated being lectured–still does– she got used to it. And if there is one lesson that stuck with Maya after all these years, it’s that you must always do what’s right.
Maya and Phoenix are at the police station, in the evidence room. Time has slowed down long enough for Maya to assess the situation.
There’s a man that’s undoubtedly wicked in front of them. He’s holding the DL-6 file. Not only doesn’t he look like he’s not going to hand it over to Maya and Phoenix, but he’s smiling devilishly. Maya can feel malicious intentions. She can feel that Prosecutor von Karma is… happy to see them.
It can’t be good.
There’s something that’s glinting in his hand. No, not glinting. It’s flaring, buzzing. It looks dangerous. Maya will learn later that this is called a stun gun. Right now, she knows nothing about this weapon, but she knows she should be staying away. If the way Prosecutor von Karma expects Maya and Phoenix to back away isn’t enough to tip her off, Phoenix’ arm extended in front of Maya is. Maya wishes it wasn’t. It’s hard to be constantly reminded that you’re a burden. That you need protection. That everything you try only gets someone harmed or killed.
Maya has to think fast. What’s the right thing to do right now? Prosecutor Von Karma looks like he’s about to attack them. Phoenix needs that file or all of this will have been for nothing. Maya sees only one solution: one of them should lunge forward and hold him off while the other gets to safety with the search warrant and letter. Now, the question is who?
Phoenix Wright: attorney at law, owner of Wright & Co. Law Offices, currently standing up for justice by defending his childhood friend that everyone else gave up on.
Maya Fey: spirit medium who can’t talk to spirits, co-counsel who doesn’t know the next thing about law, future master of Kurain who hasn’t stepped a foot in the village for three months.
The choice is hardly one. Maya doesn’t even think twice.
No, she doesn’t know what the weapon does.
No, she has no idea if she’ll die from it.
(No, it doesn’t really matter.)
But she knows what’s right.
(At least she’ll do one thing right)
It’s easy and clear who needs to make it out of here alive.
“MAYA!”
It’s not her.