[What form, indeed. He'd only known of Charles's involvement that day and the subsequent source of the code Lelouch carries on him now, because it was all Jeremiah had needed to know. A sensible approach, one he'd reasonably expect from someone so keen and cautious. There's nothing personal about it in his mind; secrets are always safer the fewer people are privy to them, and Lelouch has more than his share to keep.
(Had he stayed around and become acquainted properly with Anya, that may have been a different story. The geass used against her had been so immense to undo that she hadn't regained consciousness until well after Jeremiah had landed the Mordred and handed her over to be imprisoned, just like everyone else. She'd looked well when he saw her at Villetta and Ohgi's wedding, and that had been reassurance enough that she'd be okay.)
Marianne's memory has been done justice as they'd planned, if that was the end point to pledging his fealty. So long as her children should live, though, it's only felt natural to fall back on his original post from those years ago and continue to guard them. Funny, now that he's become more fallible than the one he'd protect, bulletproof but not truly immune should one strike him through a gap in his armor.
Even so, he would have balked at Lelouch embarking on this alone. For safety's sake, yes, even without the threat of mortality, but pushing himself into isolation seemed too tragic a fate for Jeremiah to stand.]
It may not be the most glorious way I've traveled, I'll admit. [His smile widens dryly; he can't really complain when his legs can walk mile after mile without tiring the same, but it's a detail he needn't rub in anyone's face.] I thought the pace on foot would grow dull, but there's really no better way to take in the sights, is there?
[All afternoon, he's found his gaze drawn to the hazy mountains ever lying in the distance, the hug of the sea around the steep, green-swathed rise of the land. Slowly, the view changes, giving some sense to their progress as they venture onward. They may be on a schedule, but there's something so deeply refreshing at taking the world at this speed. Jeremiah's been an urban dweller for so long, the appeal hadn't called to him until he was already in the midst of it. Now, he's not so sure he'd go back to that lifestyle so readily.]
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(Had he stayed around and become acquainted properly with Anya, that may have been a different story. The geass used against her had been so immense to undo that she hadn't regained consciousness until well after Jeremiah had landed the Mordred and handed her over to be imprisoned, just like everyone else. She'd looked well when he saw her at Villetta and Ohgi's wedding, and that had been reassurance enough that she'd be okay.)
Marianne's memory has been done justice as they'd planned, if that was the end point to pledging his fealty. So long as her children should live, though, it's only felt natural to fall back on his original post from those years ago and continue to guard them. Funny, now that he's become more fallible than the one he'd protect, bulletproof but not truly immune should one strike him through a gap in his armor.
Even so, he would have balked at Lelouch embarking on this alone. For safety's sake, yes, even without the threat of mortality, but pushing himself into isolation seemed too tragic a fate for Jeremiah to stand.]
It may not be the most glorious way I've traveled, I'll admit. [His smile widens dryly; he can't really complain when his legs can walk mile after mile without tiring the same, but it's a detail he needn't rub in anyone's face.] I thought the pace on foot would grow dull, but there's really no better way to take in the sights, is there?
[All afternoon, he's found his gaze drawn to the hazy mountains ever lying in the distance, the hug of the sea around the steep, green-swathed rise of the land. Slowly, the view changes, giving some sense to their progress as they venture onward. They may be on a schedule, but there's something so deeply refreshing at taking the world at this speed. Jeremiah's been an urban dweller for so long, the appeal hadn't called to him until he was already in the midst of it. Now, he's not so sure he'd go back to that lifestyle so readily.]