Having seen it before, he knew for himself it was a pretty enough place. Even such a spectacular sunset as this one, however, got a bit boring after eternity. Well, not quite eternity. Soon into his long wait he realized he could change the area around him, and often did so. He couldn't help, however, to return to the golden ruins at a time that felt like sunset to him.
He didn't age, but he had figured that. His hair did not turn the slightest shade grayer than the black it had been when he entered this space, he saw no wrinkles when he looked into a pool of water that appeared sometimes, and his body still felt as (un)fit as it always had.
Sometimes, he would look at C.C.'s lifeless body. He hadn't intended to keep it with him this long, but this was where she had been when she died, and somehow he couldn't find it within himself to get rid of it. It hadn't changed either. Save for the wound in her head, she could have almost been sleeping.
He felt the sky shift again according to his subconscious, and now it was night. The full moon hung in the sky – when it became night, he noticed, there was always a full moon – and he recreated the library once again, reading through the books he had read through a million times before. He looked through the bookshelves and looked through his memories, one by one, book by book.
C.C. Her death must have been the first. After all, he himself was the one who killed her, right? That day when peace wasn't enough. When she felt eternity catching up to her, and begged him, pleaded with him, a silent apology in every word, for him to end it all. And he did. After all, she shouldn't have had to bear the pain any longer. Only him. Only the Demon King should suffer.
Kallen, he remembered, had come by long, long ago (months? years? centuries? millennia?). She had died rather young, to his regret. Spirits generally didn't linger in this dimension, but occasionally one was unable to completely pass on at first. She was one of them. He did his best to hide from her – her undying loyalty and, he knew, her love might have kept her. He managed it, until the last instant; he remembered the look of shock on her face as she moved on, and he could do nothing but smile sadly.
He walked over to a bed that had just appeared and tried to sleep, though he knew it would be in vain.
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Years later, he still did not know how much time had passed. At first he had created a wall that he could mark every day (only much later did he realize the irony), but soon he had run out of space. But now, he knew, somehow, it was ending.
The world – time itself – was dying, aging, falling, sinking, and he could feel himself drift away, and first wondered if he was going to die. He next wondered if he deserved it.
Of course. You've paid the price, haven't you? It's okay now.
It's… okay?
It's okay now, Lelou! I… we… we're all waiting for you! It's okay! It's been eternity.
We forgive you.
And silently, smiling, crying, Lelouch died, allowed himself to die, because time was ending, and people were waiting. He had been forgiven. The guilt he felt for years – century – millennia – forever – was dissipating and he moved on from it.
He had walked this path… and finally reached the end.
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Not sure if I'm satisfied with this or not. Probably not. Oh well. The voice was intended to be Shirley, by the way. Ugggh. I don't even know if I'll post this, though I suppose if you're reading, I have. Anyway. Toodles. Hopefully I'll write another fic in about five seconds.