I had to reassess what it meant to be a prosecutor and whether prosecutors had any place in a just world. To do that, I would need to come to understand what a prosecutor truly was, what one has the power to do. Until I could answer all of that, I had no rightful place in the Prosecutor's Office. If I could find no satisfactory answers to any of these questions... that was the condition under which my proclamation would become literal.

The journey was not easy. There was even a moment when I might have faltered, had a stray dog not insisted on offering her comfort. Ultimately, the solution began with realizing that there was, in fact, one man whom I still trusted: Phoenix Wright. I had grown uneasy and uncertain as to my own path because despite my having perceived his goal as my defeat, what he had truly done was to prove me wrong, time and again, when others might have given in -- including the one time when proving me wrong did not involve my defeat, but my acquittal. Was arguing until the truth remained the true purpose of court? I recalled that Father seemed to believe so. Wright had believed it when I echoed Father's words as a boy.

This is one of the reasons why I say that understanding is the key to not just appropriate action, but also virtue -- it is when I began to truly understand the shared purpose of prosecution and defense that my first inappropriate hatreds could be vanquished. To truly hate something, one must see no place for it in an ideal world.