[ Any greatness Lelouch has aspired toward, he's fallen short of; every miracle an act of calculation, smokes and mirrors with which to deceive others.
But he's decimated by a stare which contextualizes Jeremiah's words from earlier, a reprieve from the assaultive burden that the power of the king grants Lelouch, long after he's been stripped of all titles. He'd never intended to live to see the end of his wish, knowing full well what becomes of those who should want for more than they're given.
And yet, Lelouch can't scoff at this dream. ]
Honestly... then, I'll knight you. [ With one fluid stroke, Lelouch closes the take-out box, and tips in; less dramatized, more fervent. Seeking Jeremiah's gaze upon him as he himself seeks Jeremiah out. ] Though this isn't a very fitting location. Wait until the sun comes out, at least.
[ No good comes of dealing with darkness; this is an hour better suited to conniving, as Lelouch rises from his seat, pulling all of the accoutrements on, his backpack slung just as heavily as always. ]
... Let's get the busywork done. Pleasure can come after business.
[ He extends his hand. Will you take it, knight? In grasping it, he'll entrust onto Jeremiah his life. That, and the grocery trip. They'll need at least a day's worth of food. Perhaps more, depending. But nothing can start until Jeremiah reaches out for himself. ]
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[ Any greatness Lelouch has aspired toward, he's fallen short of; every miracle an act of calculation, smokes and mirrors with which to deceive others.
But he's decimated by a stare which contextualizes Jeremiah's words from earlier, a reprieve from the assaultive burden that the power of the king grants Lelouch, long after he's been stripped of all titles. He'd never intended to live to see the end of his wish, knowing full well what becomes of those who should want for more than they're given.
And yet, Lelouch can't scoff at this dream. ]
Honestly... then, I'll knight you. [ With one fluid stroke, Lelouch closes the take-out box, and tips in; less dramatized, more fervent. Seeking Jeremiah's gaze upon him as he himself seeks Jeremiah out. ] Though this isn't a very fitting location. Wait until the sun comes out, at least.
[ No good comes of dealing with darkness; this is an hour better suited to conniving, as Lelouch rises from his seat, pulling all of the accoutrements on, his backpack slung just as heavily as always. ]
... Let's get the busywork done. Pleasure can come after business.
[ He extends his hand. Will you take it, knight? In grasping it, he'll entrust onto Jeremiah his life. That, and the grocery trip. They'll need at least a day's worth of food. Perhaps more, depending. But nothing can start until Jeremiah reaches out for himself. ]