I was very badly injured, the wound I had received in my side while battling Lelouch still bleeding profusely slowing me down in the process.

Normally I would have just healed myself after making my escape; however, I had ended up using too much of my energy to accomplish even this simple task by the time I had actually managed to get away. "Damn him!" I growled my vision beginning to blur, "why can't he just get over it?" I whispered as I collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.

My powers of empathy and the ability to sense danger were subconsciously put into effect as the rest of my body and mind became a useless lump. I could feel someone nearby, they were confused then worried, "I hope I'm not in hostile territory." I thought, I would have prayed that the person picking me up didn't decide to just finish me off. However, it had been my experience that Kami-sama doesn't exist…that, or he hates me, and with the way my life has been going since I was born…I'm more convinced that it's the second one.