[ Embarking on a path of bloodshed, there can only be one end. So he can neither fault the ambition that persists in the Gottwald to survive, nor the dissent among the nobility in Britannian court that protested the lost of their rights, though the disparity between the rich and the poor remains. Prejudice remains, disingenuousness remains, and Lelouch isn't so full of himself to believe his death could change human nature, only stupefy it for a time. For the sister he can never bring himself to see again, he'd do anything.
Holding Clovis in the trigger-sights of his gun that day everything changed, there's only one thing that's remained at the forefront of his mind. ]
You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, I suspect I've demanded far too much of you at times. So there's something I'd like you to clarify for me.
[ What in fanaticism separates chivalric good and illimitable evil? Commanding people to heed him always, sempiternally, is a power that can only corrupt.
Lelouch leans in, emphatic, dizzyingly close. Claustrophobic, the way they keep company, with no regard for what came before and what will come after. How Jeremiah once plotted out his death, and how he nearly allowed Jeremiah to die in turn, weeping and thinking only of Marianne, though it's evident now that she only cared for herself and a paradise that could never be. Endlessly vain in the same respect that her firstborn is. Only inches apart from Jeremiah's face, Lelouch lowers his voice. ]
Jeremiah, if I asked you to off yourself, would you? [ Another raucous cheer goes up in the crowd. Children playing in the fountains even this late in the day, the city's residents going about their business, tourists continuing to snap pictures in the pavilion. Lelouch attempts to drown all of that out with sheer proximity alone, searching Jeremiah's gaze for signs of deceit. Don't lie to him. ] Disregarding desire and intent... if only because I asked.
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Holding Clovis in the trigger-sights of his gun that day everything changed, there's only one thing that's remained at the forefront of his mind. ]
You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, I suspect I've demanded far too much of you at times. So there's something I'd like you to clarify for me.
[ What in fanaticism separates chivalric good and illimitable evil? Commanding people to heed him always, sempiternally, is a power that can only corrupt.
Lelouch leans in, emphatic, dizzyingly close. Claustrophobic, the way they keep company, with no regard for what came before and what will come after. How Jeremiah once plotted out his death, and how he nearly allowed Jeremiah to die in turn, weeping and thinking only of Marianne, though it's evident now that she only cared for herself and a paradise that could never be. Endlessly vain in the same respect that her firstborn is. Only inches apart from Jeremiah's face, Lelouch lowers his voice. ]
Jeremiah, if I asked you to off yourself, would you? [ Another raucous cheer goes up in the crowd. Children playing in the fountains even this late in the day, the city's residents going about their business, tourists continuing to snap pictures in the pavilion. Lelouch attempts to drown all of that out with sheer proximity alone, searching Jeremiah's gaze for signs of deceit. Don't lie to him. ] Disregarding desire and intent... if only because I asked.