It clicks in Phoenix's head as soon as he sees Edgeworth coughing. Exactly what Dahlia's plan was. "MILES!"
But Dahlia sees her opportunity, and she seizes it. She lunges for Edgeworth, grabbing him by the hair to yank his head back and pour the contents of her vial on his face--except she doesn't. As soon as she tips the vial, the hand that had previously been twisted in his hair flies upwards, slamming against the mouth of the bottle as if it has a will of its own. Instead of in Edgeworth's eyes, the poison pours onto her palm. Her skin bubbles with a chemical burn as she screams and drops the bottle to the floor, moving to strike Edgeworth with her contaminated hand--
But then Phoenix is there. Out of his bed, eyes clear. He catches her by the wrist, spinning her away from Edgeworth and towards him. She barely has time to react before he has her in a tight hug, her hands on his chest. Her contaminated hand burns a hole over his heart, their skin bubbling and burning, but Phoenix just grimaces as he holds her in a bastardization of a lovers' embrace, his grip crushing her against his body.
"It's over, Dahlia," Phoenix says. "You're finished. It's time to go."
Dahlia breathes heavily, sneering at Phoenix, even as she goes slack in his grip. His eyes burn so brightly, even when she's eating through his skin, even after the emotional bomb she dropped. The only man who's ever survived loving her.
"I misjudged you," she whispers.
And then her head drops back with a rattling gasp, eyes rolling as a gray form rises from her body, the room suddenly blistering hot and smelling of brimstone as the lights snuff out. The gray form grows, resplendent, the silhouette of a furious woman with glowing white eyes and hair of fire that falls around her, the only source of light in the room.
U N T I L N E X T T I M E the air thunders, the heat scorching Phoenix's cheeks before suddenly it's all gone. The room is normal again, and he's holding Maya in his arms, slack and dazed.
Phoenix sucks in the cool hospital air, a cold sweat having broken out on his skin. "I have literally never seen that happen," he manages weakly. Leave it to Dahlia to be so especially evil that she has her own demonic form.
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But Dahlia sees her opportunity, and she seizes it. She lunges for Edgeworth, grabbing him by the hair to yank his head back and pour the contents of her vial on his face--except she doesn't. As soon as she tips the vial, the hand that had previously been twisted in his hair flies upwards, slamming against the mouth of the bottle as if it has a will of its own. Instead of in Edgeworth's eyes, the poison pours onto her palm. Her skin bubbles with a chemical burn as she screams and drops the bottle to the floor, moving to strike Edgeworth with her contaminated hand--
But then Phoenix is there. Out of his bed, eyes clear. He catches her by the wrist, spinning her away from Edgeworth and towards him. She barely has time to react before he has her in a tight hug, her hands on his chest. Her contaminated hand burns a hole over his heart, their skin bubbling and burning, but Phoenix just grimaces as he holds her in a bastardization of a lovers' embrace, his grip crushing her against his body.
"It's over, Dahlia," Phoenix says. "You're finished. It's time to go."
Dahlia breathes heavily, sneering at Phoenix, even as she goes slack in his grip. His eyes burn so brightly, even when she's eating through his skin, even after the emotional bomb she dropped. The only man who's ever survived loving her.
"I misjudged you," she whispers.
And then her head drops back with a rattling gasp, eyes rolling as a gray form rises from her body, the room suddenly blistering hot and smelling of brimstone as the lights snuff out. The gray form grows, resplendent, the silhouette of a furious woman with glowing white eyes and hair of fire that falls around her, the only source of light in the room.
U N T I L N E X T T I M E the air thunders, the heat scorching Phoenix's cheeks before suddenly it's all gone. The room is normal again, and he's holding Maya in his arms, slack and dazed.
Phoenix sucks in the cool hospital air, a cold sweat having broken out on his skin. "I have literally never seen that happen," he manages weakly. Leave it to Dahlia to be so especially evil that she has her own demonic form.