103 Beyond Here
“Beyond Here”
Sung to the tune of
“Up There”
from the movie
“South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut”
It was a cold, cloudless night in L.A., the darkness of the sky sharply contrasting with the glow of streetlights and the full moon. However, had Godot not finished his work at the Prosecutor’s Office late that day- a forced job as a prosecutor with parole that Edgeworth convinced the Judge to add to the coffee-loving convict’s sentence in exchange for a reduced sentence- he wouldn’t have known what the outside world looked like.
Now back in his cell for the evening, Godot paced back and forth, the idea of sleep being one of the last things on his mind as he was haunted by the usual regrets of past follies and shortcomings that plagued him every night since he was first convicted, prompting him to vent out his inner demons in the form of a song.
{Godot}
I always think, when I look through these bars,
About the role Maya must assume,
And how Kitten guides her from afar.
But then I sigh,
Because my pride caused her so much strife,
My judgement blinded by pure hate.
Why did I have to snuff out that life…?
As Godot was voicing his regrets, in a nearby cell, Acro, who was tending to one of his birds, started to sing a verse of his own.
{Acro}
Beyond here,
There’s a world of grins,
Where brothers perform, twirl, and spin,
And children laugh,
Though not near Moe.
In the female section of the prison, Mimi laid in her bunk, her gaze pointed up as the bunk above her as she quietly cried herself to sleep.
{Mimi}
Beyond here,
Where the cool wind makes all tears dried,
Where I could drive with Ini by my side.
Beyond here…
Back in the male section of the prison, Kristoph was also trying to get to sleep, though unlike Mimi, instead of sobbing, he was glaring daggers at the wall to his left as he squeezed the life out of his 1,000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, his mind filled with his usual thoughts regarding his arch-nemesis.
{Kristoph}
They say I’m not needed,
Like I’m some outdated tool,
That for my ‘crimes’,
I should be housed with thugs and deranged fools.
But what exactly is seen as ‘good’?
Is it what Wright feels is right?
So since Wright has forged evidence once,
Then by that logic, the deed must be alright.
Meanwhile, Gant was sitting at a small table in the cell that he shared with Blaise, begrudgingly starting a game of solitaire after the latter brutally rejected his offer to play gin rummy.
{Gant}
Beyond here,
Pools are filled to the brim,
Where crimes are solved and detectives swim,
Where friends can save the day,
I should know…
As for Pierce Nichody, while he was also sitting down, his focus wasn’t on games like Gant’s was, but rather on his past as he tenderly gazed down at the pocket watch in his hand that Edgeworth kindly enough allowed him to keep after pulling a few strings.
{Pierce}
Beyond here,
Where Selina’s laugh filled the air,
Where love can thrive and bloom without a care,
And passion is shared.
If only I was beyond here…
{All}
I wish I was…!
I wish I was…!
Oh, oh, oh!
I wish I was beyond here!
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