[ Nothing could dissuade Lelouch from seeking out his accomplice, regardless. If he can't find C.C. again in this life, he'll find her at the end of the world, waiting for him to fulfill his end of the bargain. Whether each step takes him closer or farther is meaningless in retrospect; what matters is only that he keeps moving on this odyssey where his fortune ever changes with the tide.
There's more he's had yet to acknowledge, like the whereabouts of his mother and what Jeremiah might be inclined to do, should he ever discover the fate of the late empress consort Marianne vi Britannia, drowning within the subconscious of all existence. How his magnanimity might change— what retribution Jeremiah might feel necessary to enact upon him, her traitorous son, in her stead.
Rather than devote more time to imagining what form the stranglehold of Jeremiah Gottwald's vengeance will take when it comes to inevitably choke him, Lelouch hums. ]
Then it's settled. I'll call in myself once we're in city limits.
[ With his burner phone and the trail of anonymity he strives to leave behind, of course. Lelouch hides in plain sight now, stripped of the ostentation that is his birthright, just another young man out of many. He points where Jeremiah's gaze has followed to the town center. They're in luck coming here in the height of harvest with the farmers' market in full swing. ]
We're running low on rations, so resupplying should be our first priority. We'll be able to travel by caravan from there. Afterwards... [ His discipline wavers a touch over the thought indulgences like the teas and the sweets he's missed, but only a moment. Folding the map back up, Lelouch assumes a brisker pace. ] ... well, no need to concern yourself with every detail. Rest assured, we won't be caught. There are at least ten routes out of the location you've chosen. Twelve, if current weather conditions persist.
[ Though only Lelouch will suffer the penalty of death, should it come down to it, whether it's under a sky this clear and sprawling or in stormy weather. Moreover, he likely can't die anymore, given the code wrapped about his collarbones, but he's not about to ask Jeremiah to whip his handgun out at point-blank range and shoot him to see if it finds its mark. ]
By the way... how's the trip treating you so far?
[ Traveling with him, though Lelouch is ill-humored and contemptuous and unbearably dramatic in all respects. ]
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There's more he's had yet to acknowledge, like the whereabouts of his mother and what Jeremiah might be inclined to do, should he ever discover the fate of the late empress consort Marianne vi Britannia, drowning within the subconscious of all existence. How his magnanimity might change— what retribution Jeremiah might feel necessary to enact upon him, her traitorous son, in her stead.
Rather than devote more time to imagining what form the stranglehold of Jeremiah Gottwald's vengeance will take when it comes to inevitably choke him, Lelouch hums. ]
Then it's settled. I'll call in myself once we're in city limits.
[ With his burner phone and the trail of anonymity he strives to leave behind, of course. Lelouch hides in plain sight now, stripped of the ostentation that is his birthright, just another young man out of many. He points where Jeremiah's gaze has followed to the town center. They're in luck coming here in the height of harvest with the farmers' market in full swing. ]
We're running low on rations, so resupplying should be our first priority. We'll be able to travel by caravan from there. Afterwards... [ His discipline wavers a touch over the thought indulgences like the teas and the sweets he's missed, but only a moment. Folding the map back up, Lelouch assumes a brisker pace. ] ... well, no need to concern yourself with every detail. Rest assured, we won't be caught. There are at least ten routes out of the location you've chosen. Twelve, if current weather conditions persist.
[ Though only Lelouch will suffer the penalty of death, should it come down to it, whether it's under a sky this clear and sprawling or in stormy weather. Moreover, he likely can't die anymore, given the code wrapped about his collarbones, but he's not about to ask Jeremiah to whip his handgun out at point-blank range and shoot him to see if it finds its mark. ]
By the way... how's the trip treating you so far?
[ Traveling with him, though Lelouch is ill-humored and contemptuous and unbearably dramatic in all respects. ]