- Rating: Teen
- Warnings:
- Genre: whump, angst
- Pairing: miego
summary: Diego Armando awoke to a world he couldn’t see without the help of his visor and without the woman he loved. For all the things it allows him to see, it shuts out the most important of them all.
Diego Armando was a man who awoke to nothing but blurry darkness and strange sounds. The beep of a machine by his side, the mutterings of people he didn’t know, and the hideous void inside his own head.
He’d been given an experimental prosthetic, a machine meant to interface with the optic nerves to allow him to see again. Not that it was ever the same. There were still things he couldn’t see, spots in his vision and colors that never seemed quite as bright.
But that was fine. The world was as colorless outside as it was in. Mia was gone, murdered while he slept through Dahlia’s fairytale curse, leaving her sister behind in the company of the very man whose love for the monster led to this whole mess happening in the first place.
Phoenix Wright.
His visor allowed him to see the man’s face as it twisted in stress with every broken line of reasoning and counterpoint in court–every uncomfortable glance when the past was raised– every iota of revenge wrung out of the miserable situation. Bitter and dark as the coffee he drank over the course of the trials and tribulations.
But when it faltered…when the lights dimmed inside its intricate machinery, and the world turned dark and blurred again, he only ever saw one thing clearly.
A dream in the dark that simply could not be real.
It couldn’t be. For him to see Mia Fey standing stalwart beside Trite with unspoken words of encouragement, a sole spot of true color in his colorless world, despite all the young attorney had done…for him to see her look at him with such sadness in her eyes…
It’d mean it’d all been for nothing. It’d mean she didn’t want this, and that she was still here.
It was only when his visor would kick back on and the world would swim back into focus that the ache in his chest would fade along with the vision of a ghost he knew couldn’t be there.
It was only then he could continue his quest to finally put Dahlia’s legacy to rest, and protect the daughters of the Fey Clan from the curse of their bloodline.
It was only then that he could look Trite in the eyes, and swear that this time…this time, he’d be the one to finally destroy the upstart who’d taken Mia’s legacy and memory for his own.
The world was colorless and empty, just as he knew it had to be, as long as his visor kept his vision focused on the truth. Nothing but the cold, clear truth to the bitter end.