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[May 27] [Ace Attorney Investigations] Can't Let Go
Title: Can't Let Go
Day/Theme: May 27, 2010 "What brought us to this"
Series: Ace Attorney Investigations
Character/Pairing: Lang/Shih-na
Rating: PG
Warning: this fic is full of spoilers~
She was behind glass now.
He was obsessively reading the updates on the case. More and more bits and fragments kept coming out, piecing together a picture of Shih-na that was so unfamiliar to him, but all too piercingly haunting to Edgeworth and Kaye and Franziska. To Lang, she had always been "Shih-na." Then they called her "Calisto Yew." But that wasn't the only other name that came up. "Calisto Lee" and "Calisto Suarez" complimented "Calisto Peretti" and "Emily Richards" and "Susanna May Smith" and "Mimi Zhang." With all those "Calisto"s in there, it was a surprise to learn that even that wasn't her real name. Of course, it wasn't as much of a surprise as all the other things had been. The interviews had gone on a long time before "Danielle Sophia Peretti" came from her lips. They had already learned it from some of Alba's papers.
Edgeworth wouldn't let him watch the taped interrogations. He said it would hurt him too much.
Lang was wise enough to listen. When he overheard other investigators mention the case, he learned that she was laughing the entire time. No matter what they told her, threatening or promising or cajoling, on and on Shih-na laughed. Understandably, this made the interviewing difficult, so creating correct transcripts of all that was said was important. Just knowing that she was laughing hurt him. She wasn't quiet. She wasn't mild. She was crazy.
But just hearing that a person is crazy doesn't stop your feelings for them. He felt like a battered spouse today as he came to see her, sitting on the just side of the glass. She had lied to him. She had helped bring his country to the brink of financial ruin. He still loved her.
She didn't laugh now. She calm and still and not smiling at all. She didn't reach to pick up the phone to connect them until he reached first. Even the first word was hard to chose. How had it become so difficult to initiate things with a mere "hello?" "Shih-na," he began instead.
Why did the truth have to be so painful? He was kissing the glass now and she was doing it too. The taste was unpleasant, but at that moment, Lang could've cared less. There was something true in Shih-na. There had to be. There was love. That, at least, wasn't over.
He would come back every chance he could.
Day/Theme: May 27, 2010 "What brought us to this"
Series: Ace Attorney Investigations
Character/Pairing: Lang/Shih-na
Rating: PG
Warning: this fic is full of spoilers~
She was behind glass now.
He was obsessively reading the updates on the case. More and more bits and fragments kept coming out, piecing together a picture of Shih-na that was so unfamiliar to him, but all too piercingly haunting to Edgeworth and Kaye and Franziska. To Lang, she had always been "Shih-na." Then they called her "Calisto Yew." But that wasn't the only other name that came up. "Calisto Lee" and "Calisto Suarez" complimented "Calisto Peretti" and "Emily Richards" and "Susanna May Smith" and "Mimi Zhang." With all those "Calisto"s in there, it was a surprise to learn that even that wasn't her real name. Of course, it wasn't as much of a surprise as all the other things had been. The interviews had gone on a long time before "Danielle Sophia Peretti" came from her lips. They had already learned it from some of Alba's papers.
Edgeworth wouldn't let him watch the taped interrogations. He said it would hurt him too much.
Lang was wise enough to listen. When he overheard other investigators mention the case, he learned that she was laughing the entire time. No matter what they told her, threatening or promising or cajoling, on and on Shih-na laughed. Understandably, this made the interviewing difficult, so creating correct transcripts of all that was said was important. Just knowing that she was laughing hurt him. She wasn't quiet. She wasn't mild. She was crazy.
But just hearing that a person is crazy doesn't stop your feelings for them. He felt like a battered spouse today as he came to see her, sitting on the just side of the glass. She had lied to him. She had helped bring his country to the brink of financial ruin. He still loved her.
She didn't laugh now. She calm and still and not smiling at all. She didn't reach to pick up the phone to connect them until he reached first. Even the first word was hard to chose. How had it become so difficult to initiate things with a mere "hello?" "Shih-na," he began instead.
Why did the truth have to be so painful? He was kissing the glass now and she was doing it too. The taste was unpleasant, but at that moment, Lang could've cared less. There was something true in Shih-na. There had to be. There was love. That, at least, wasn't over.
He would come back every chance he could.