Lamiroir had come from somewhere, been someone, before becoming Lamiroir.
Perhaps she was born blind, and the amnesia was a consequence of it.
This idea of hers, of course, disappeared when it first happened:
She had a memory.
In the memory, she felt her eyes looking at something, and perceiving it.
An image formed in her mind.
A woman her height, wearing a casual outfit much like hers, sitting at a table, with two bracelets on her arms.
A photo of such, at least.
Her hair a light brown, much like Machi had decribed her own hair as.
At her own wrist was only one bracelet, golden, as Machi described.
Over the years. she would have more memories, all very vivid, as though burned in her mind.
In some memories this woman wore a tight black dress, top hat, cape, and diamond-shaped brooch. Besides the dress, all were a light blue.
She asked her manager to get her a blue diamond-shaped brooch, and for her cloak to be blue.
After she received them, Machi confirmed for her that they were as she requested.
Thinking of Machi reminded her of another young child.
Though Machi described his hair as blond, she could never find a memory of anyone with such hair.
But sometimes she saw someone at the height she guessed he stood at.
A young girl with hair the same colour as her own, wearing a magician's outfit much like the woman she believed she once was.
Only... red.
A few memories showed a large man in such an outfit as well, a clover (like in cards) as his own brooch.
This must be the young girl's father, then.
And she herself, the mother.
A shame, then, that almost all she could remember was their appearance, when now she was blind.
Interestingly, however, she could remember feelings.
A lot of love for her daughter.
Not a lot of love for her husband, or her own father.
When she focused on love, an image formed in her mind's eye, the only one spared the blindness of her body.
Love.
Jove.
A man in red, a hat over his hair, horns poking downwards.
A guitar in his hands.
Lamiroir's only keepsakes from her first true memories are the flowing white dress she wore, and a guitar.
Jove's guitar...?
Jove's first name was burned in her mind, though his last name remained a mystery.
She confided in Machi about this, asking him to inspect the guitar for any clues on its original owner.
None were visible to his eyes.
...
She had had a child with Jove.
A baby boy, with two small hair horns poking upwards.
Another memory told her that she had lost him and Jove in a fire.
None of these memories told her who she had been.
All of them were images in the mind's eye of a blind woman.
She described them to Machi, and he suggested looking for who she could've been.
Of course, even if she didn't want to know, she couldn't stop him.
A magician's Troupe with a blue diamond and a red clover.
Troupe Gramarye.
Most of its members were dead or missing.
Thalassa Gramarye included.
But...
She could not use that name.
She... perhaps she could have gone to the US, asked around, found her way to being Thalassa Gramarye again.
Machi could always look up whatever that process was.
But instead, he told her about Trucy.
Now adopted by a disbarred defence attorney, Phoenix Wright.
Having been adopted for 6 years, coming up on 7...
And all the while, her mother, missing as she was, had found another child.
Machi had been with her for 6 years, soon to be 7.
She hugged him, and told him that she thought of him like a son.
She never officially adopted him, but that would be a formality anyways.
She hoped that Trucy was doing alright.
Not long afterwards, she would be invited to perform at a Gavinners concert.
Many events would unfold, but three stood out in her mind:
Meeting Trucy Wright, and not being able to tell her that they were most likely mother and daughter.
Seeing Machi Tobaye off to his trial for the smuggling.
And telling Apollo and Trucy that she hoped they will meet again someday soon.
Through the trial, while she had figured that Trucy was her daughter ever since Apollo said her name, Apollo himself had reminded her of Jove.
Jove... but younger.
So his son had survived.
Her son.
Apollo was her son.
She had known about Trucy, but Apollo...
She was glad that her children were alive.
But...
She feared they would never trust the words of a blind woman with amnesia.
So, of course, she would correct that.
Meeting Phoenix Wright was a great experience.
He believed in her.
He told her of a picture of her sitting at a table, leaning on her bracelet-wearing hands.
She showed her bracelet.
He told him that Apollo had a bracelet just like it.
He told her he would tell a lie, and that it would tense, and he told a lie, and it tensed.
He gave him a copy of the picture, to later show to them.
If she had simply shown them the picture then, she felt it may have been too much.
With her eyes repaired, Lamiroir truly became Thalassa Gramarye once more.
Despite this... she could not face them.
To know she had been absent from their lives for so long...
She was unsure how they would react.
She put off meeting them.
She continued her songwriting and performing career.
And though her songs were made with her children in mind, she could never be sure if they heard them.
But if they did, this would be their only interaction with her from then on.
Until she was ready.
