I hate him. I despise everything he did.
The way he used us, used Japan. All he did was string us along. We fought for a lie. It was all a lie.
I was the biggest fool of all. My heart was trapped in his cruel hands. It still is.
The night before he died, he came to see me.
There was a pale sheen to his face, giving the appearance that he was ill.
Pity and concern I normally would have felt were replaced by vicious anger and hatred.
He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.
"Lelouch, why are you here?"
He looked… confused. A bit like a fish out of water. I should have known something was up.
He did not say anything and left a few minutes later.
If only he had told me. Told me what he was going to do.
If I had known, I would have done anything to stop him.