"Phoenix!" Someone came crashing down the stairs into the left wing's esteemed living room at 2am, almost stumbling over a velvet sofa in their haste and making Phoenix look away from the enthralling drama he'd been watching on the flatscreen.
"Oh god, Phoenix!" Phoenix leapt to his feet as soon as the sight of a weeping Kristoph Gavin emerged from the darkness of the stairwell;
"W-What happened? Kristoph?" Kristoph fled straight into his arms, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest.
"I thought I heard a bang but I wasn't sure if it was from the TV. I was so scared-"
"The plan went wrong!"
"What do you mean? Did he not want to let us leave?" Phoenix forlornly rubbed Kristoph's backbone, mumbling into blonde hair attached to a shaking head;
"I should have gone instead,"
"It went worse than that," Kristoph sniffled.
"H-He committed suicide." Phoenix's eyes widened, pupils shrinking in distinct contrast, and he felt his body become rigid. Each breath became unwilling, his knees buckling beneath him as he trembled. A lone tear traced the curvature of his paling cheek.
"H-He... Phoenix, he made me Leader," The silence was deafening. He was crying.
"I moved him so much with what I said he made me Leader, Phoenix." Kristoph smiled into Phoenix's wobbling chest;
"Right before he died."
"Why?" Phoenix hoarsely whispered, stumbling backwards onto the sofa, Kristoph breaking off from him as he fell.
"He said he hated what he was doing to people... The guilt got to him." The shorter man took a deep shaky breath as he wailed, the drama he was previously watching loudly chattering in the background.

"Kristoph, I'm crying. I can't stop." Phoenix seemed to bury himself in his own body, head in his hands, with a wobbling voice. Nausea was creeping up on him. It felt like an untimely death was looming over him, the dense air weighing down upon his shoulders.
"It hurts." He whimpered before looking up at his boyfriend with teary eyes:
"Why does it hurt? He hurt me." Kristoph straight-facedly stared at Phoenix from his standing position, not really there until the sobbing man made a request;
"Can I see him?"
"They're performing a post-mortem on him right now, Phoenix."
"B-But I want to see him," Not without a sigh, Kristoph reluctantly agreed and outstretched a hand to the other who sniffled before accepting it, clandestinely wrinkling his nose at the dampness of the other's drenched palms. The television brightly lit up their turned backs as the pair grimly trudged up the dainty stairwell in pursuit of the deathly atmosphere of the late Miles Edgeworth.

Upon entry, the hubbub was like a slap in the face. The site was swarming with strangers donned in white suits, speaking mutely and swiftly in a manner that Phoenix couldn't decipher, and a sickeningly large pool of blood took centre-stage - unmanned by the corpse that should have lain beside it. Phoenix clutched his stomach against it all, wordlessly slinking further back into Kristoph's arms.
"W-Where's his body?" Phoenix creased his brows in concern, his teeth attacking his bottom lip, so focused on that haunting red pool that he did not notice the dismissive flitting of Kristoph's eyes. One of the team of forensics, whose face was entirely disguised by the stifling mask they bore, was inquisitively brandishing a sleek rifle in their gloved hand without remorse, its glossiness clearly presented by the lamp's rays hitting its side and producing an ugly yellow gleam. It was still lit yet provided no warmth to the shivering Phoenix. No one seemed to care. Miles was dead and no one seemed to care.
"Excuse me," Phoenix shakily approached the individual, immediately noting with great disgust that a different member of forensics in the background was laphazardly slacking off with a bright green pack of Snackoos, and skittishly tapped them on the shoulder. They gave him a stern look.
"What?"
"Where's the body?" They looked at him even more sternly, inducing a gulp:
"What do you mean?"
"I, uh, was wondering if I could see it.." Phoenix sheepishly tugged on the nape of his neck.
"W-We were friends, you see," He additionally stammered. They stared him down, bloated red eyes and all, giving him an odd look.
"Leader Edgeworth is still alive."

Phoenix looked at Kristoph, who glared back.