Dearest Lelouch,
I am now your senior, dear older brother.
But what do I have to celebrate on a day of birth which only proves I have outlived the only person I have ever truly cared for? Japan is beautiful. I wish you could see the world that you have created. Peace is here, watching over us all. You've truly succeeded, Lelouch. You've given your life up so that all other lives become worth living. But then tell me, big Brother, why find I no purpose for mine own life? Why, in my personal malice and fermenting pain, have I taken my sight but a second time; truly blind now in my youth? Why feel I the need to pick and pull at my skin which feels so vast and unfamiliar? A life without you serves no purpose; has no worth. I needed you so, older Brother, more than my sight, or anything else I'd have to offer. The world is dead to me, and I unto it. I have no price but for merely a glance of pity in this direction.
I, Nunnally vi Britannia, give up upon mine own life, mine own free will, mine own worthlessness. Unlike you, Brother, my death shall not be heard of, nor shall anyone be sad when I am gone. It shall be a mere soul lost; the world will not even notice. I have nothing left for me here, and soon, Lelouch, I shall call upon you in heaven: where I know you are.
Love, your little sister,
Nunnally