Weakness
She's getting soft.
She knows it. She tastes the bitterness. She feels the disgust as clearly as she can see the army of Zero impostors march out in their false, inelegant gaits. "Not a single one of these Elevens..." She shakes her head. They lack the pride, the flair. These Elevens either shuffle like slaves or walk in poor, exaggerated imitation. They don't walk like royalty. Viletta sees that there is no point for her to return to the school; even if Lelouch surprised her by going back to school the next day, what was the point? What was she supposed to do with Rolo now, and would he even be there? Clearly he was in some sort of agreement with Lelouch, the bastard--
Sayonara, Britannian.
It's hard for Viletta, at this moment, to compose herself. She's confused; confusion is when the parts of your brain don't fit together correctly to form the right image of yourself. Her perspective is skewed. Ohgi, however-- the Eleven, she means the Eleven-- doesn't seem to have that problem. His voice had been transparent and unconvincing as he fumbled an answer. "No, I'm Zero." His heart's not in it. He doesn't even want to lie, and he's a pathetic excuse for a Black Knight, he really is, but as a person he seems to be--
-- the bastard. And how had he managed to convert Rolo? Her eyes narrowed. Could it have been... Lelouch's Geass? But no, Rolo knew about it, had studied it even. He would have guarded himself. Or had she always overestimated him?
In any case, her mission with Rolo had failed, and they could only say that Lelouch duped them. What a sneaky little...
Viletta turns from Suzaku's distraught face and commands someone to begin picking up the backpacks. "Discard them!" she orders.
... He had her in the palm of his hand. How dare he! That obnoxious teenager! How dare he command her, and then ask, so casually, as if he was granting her a favour--
Do you want to see Ohgi?
"Obviously not!" she snarled. But he had meant it as a rhetorical question.
Even when he lived under implanted memories, Lelouch had been hard to like. He was a disrespectful, ungrateful brat. Well, she thinks, the bitterness sharp. I won't have to do it anymore. And this is relief. It didn't take long for Viletta to see that she was not suited for teaching, and she can't understand why anyone would voluntarily sign up for that profession--
I was a teacher once.
Ugh. He gives her a headache. He is the bane of her existence. The source of her shame. Ohgi Kaname. She had actually consorted with an Eleven, but once she had returned the favour with a bullet in his stomach, it had been finished. Until he came back to life. And Lelouch knows, Lelouch, that bastard, that bastard, that bastard, that detestable--
Sayonara, Britannian.
Viletta's eyes are misty. She closes them, nails carving half circles into her palms. "Thank god they're gone," she murmurs.
She looks up, revises.
"Thank god you're gone."