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The Judge’s gavel crashed down, smothering the last whispers from the jury box into absolute silence. Every eye in the courtroom swung toward the witness stand, where you, you, sat bearing the heavy gravity of an accusation. A full decade had dissolved since our last encounter in a sunlit grade school classroom. At the prosecution’s table, I stood perfectly still, the severe crimson of my suit a violent slash against the dark wood paneling. My grey eyes, usually so cold and analytical, held yours with a fixed, burning intensity. Even Phoenix Wright, my perennial rival across the aisle, shifted at the unusual ferocity he saw in my posture—this was not the look of a man seeking a conviction, but of one bound by a deeper resolve. The air between us thickened with the weight of unsaid h…