I won't tell anyone where I hurt anymore. I can't tell.
Since you're gone, I feel I can't trust anyone anymore. Even though you lied, not only to me, but to the world, you really were the only one with my total trust.
It may sound strange, but it's true. The first truth I've said in a while.
C.C. told you that the power of the King would make you isolated, but that's not true. Without your knowledge, I was always with you. I helped you carry your burdens, helped shoulder your sins.
I guess you never truly knew that I'd always be there for you when you needed it. You'd hide your emotions from everyone, even me.
I will never forget the promise we made that day. I will carry out that promise until my dying day, when I will finally see you again.
I will carry out this promise, not because I want to, not because you wanted me to, but because you have my heart. You always have, and you knew that.
Feathers always covered my eyes, making me blissfully unaware of the way I hurt people. They made me unable to see my true self even. You helped me remove those feathers so I could see the pain I caused, and you helped me fix it.
You always knew that I'd be willing to do anything for you. Steal, kill, anything. And you took advantage of that on occasion. I know it's not what you wanted to do, but it was necessary.
I used my own geass to aid you with anything. Creating illusions when you couldn't control anyone. Maybe I created my own illusion of what would happen when you had won the final battle.
The illusion that you'd be happy.
That's all I really wanted out of all this. To see a true smile on your face, just like when we were young. I wish that smile hadn't been your last.
Before the end, you said I should hate you, for everything that has happened between us. The pain you'd caused me, the anger towards me. You even said the false happiness. I never got to say that every bit of happiness you caused me was real. That the pain meant nothing, and that the anger was needed. Every emotion we had or caused for the other was real. It never mattered if we lied to reach that feeling. What mattered was that we shared those feelings together. And I didn't want it any other way.
In the end you told me that you were sorry for all you put me through, all that you'd hurt me for, but you never gave me the chance to tell you that it was all worth it. To tell you that I had done everything for you without hesitation. And that I had only one thing to say to it all.
I forgive you.