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I'm back. I decided to continue procrastinating. So this one is kind of dark. Just kind of. So I'm wondering whether or not to kill Lelouch off of keep him alive. I dunno, I really want to see what I can make of it if I kill Lelouch, but I feel like that I'd feel guilty for putting him through so much, and then get over it while eating ice cream. Sadly, I do not have ice cream right now. You guys can decide, or ignore this. I'd probably choose the latter, as I'm too lazy to answer any questions.
I apparently also forgot that it's 'Britannia' not 'Britanna'. I don't know, I guess I thought about Britain and their accents and I...yeah no I'll stop.
"He's not insane!"
"He's crazy!" Nunnally feel heated tears sting at her eyes. She grinds her teeth, her lilac retinas dilating as they glower at Schneizel. "Nunnally, admit it, he's been stuck for three months in a coffin," Schneizel's porcelain face remains passive, but Nunnally notices how his chest is heaving from bottled up anger and frustration. "Nunnally, he's losing it! Ohgi said that he keeps on talking about a man, a man in his room. He mistook a closet for a man!" Schneizel exclaims, yet his timbre is still in its soothing tone. At that observation, Nunnally scoffs, bristling. Her brother is too proud to even have his voice actually sound worried for their poor brother, who surrendered everything to help his people. At that thought, Nunnally juts out her jaw to show her stubbornness and anger.
"So, we'll just get a therapist, he'll get over it!" Nunnally and Cornelia themselves actually went to dig up the grave that Nunnally and Sayoko created for their dear brother, after C.C. 'accidently' let it slip that Lelouch possibly could be immortal. After having Cornelia dig up mounds of dirt that soiled her clothing, she's not just going to let go of the award they achieved from her older sister's hard work. "He'll be fine, trust me, Lelouch will be alright!" Nunnally's words are clipped from anger. (Does anyone else notice how 'clipped' in that sentence looks like dipped? or is it just me and I'm blind?)
"I heard screaming," Cornelia steps in, and Nunnally waits for Cornelia to enter her field of vision, as the back of her wheelchair is facing the door that she entered through. "Bickering again, aren't we?" Her sister sighs, her heels click against the floor, and then the steady beat is muffled from the rug that she walks onto. "I can hear you shouting from the conference room, I had to excuse myself, how embarrassing," Cornelia clucks her tongue. Her magenta hued hair was actually groomed into a ponytail. For Cornelia to once actually change her looks must've been to please a very important person. "What are you arguing about?" And without warning, Cornelia cracks the back of her gloved hand with her knuckles across Schneizel, who easily bats away her hand.
"He wants to send Lulu to an insane asylum!" Nunnally hisses, and at those words, tears slowly bead up onto her lashes, until they finally drop and skid down her cheeks, streaking across her jawline. Cornelia glowers at their older brother, her vibrant eyes glaring accusingly with a pointed manner at Schneizel, who remains in a nonchalant pose, unfazed by Cornelia's sharp look. "He says that Lelouch is crazy! That he's a danger to everyone! I think that he just doesn't want Lelouch here." Nunnally blinks away the wave of tears that followed her sentence. She has to wink rapidly to force back the stinging hot tears.
"Dear sister, you used to be so full of hatred for Zero and Lelouch. Do you not remember what he's done to you? What about Gilbert?" Schneizel jeers and Nunnally's back arches at that name, sensing danger from Cornelia. Nunnally actually likes Gilbert; he's quite loyal to Cornelia, even though she's technically not a princess. He's nice, yet he has a limp so he's slightly slow. Cornelia's spine visibly stiffens her pose straighter. "I know that Lelouch meant to help us, even though we have our dear sister and Suzaku's word," Nunnally's knuckles flush blood red as she clenches even tighter onto the arms of her wheelchair. He just addresses her as though she's cannot comprehend his words and find them unfathomable like a retard. Schneizel's usually not like this. He's usually nice. However, he's acting like an asshole right now, and Nunnally, though she's against violence and is pacifist, she would love to run her brother over with her wheelchair if possible.
"We're not sending him to an asylum," Cornelia's voice dropped an octave lower, signaling her irritation and how if the other person was wise, they'd shut up. And Schneizel is intelligent, but he continues to smirk, his lips curling around every disagreeing word.
"He's crazy, and besides, most of the public would feel better knowing that the Demon King is behind bars." Schneizel points out.
"He's not a demon! Demon only sins for his benefit, Lelouch, not once, thought about doing this for his sake!" Nunnally retorts in a scorning tone. "Yes, I admit that he could've thought better of his plan, but still, he put so much effort into this and he succeeded in bringing Britanna to their knees," Nunnally's eyes flicker to Cornelia. "No offense."
"None taken, but if you continue to shout loudly, I will, thinking that you do not think kindly of me or respect my words." Cornelia hisses. "We'll talk about this later," Cornelia ends the argument with that one sentence, and she leaves the room, her heels clacking against the polished floorboards after stepping off the lush carpet. Schneizel throws one last smirk at Nunnally, before leaving the room, leaving Nunnally, sitting limply in her wheelchair, along with her silent tears.
"See, no man can get in," Kallen turns to Lelouch. She's slightly impressed and pleased of her handiwork. She bolted the window shut with the tools she received from Jeremiah, who actually insisted to help, but Kallen eventually shooed him away. Kallen even wired an alarm system in his room. She feels that she did surprisingly good with some tools and a bunch of duck-tape. She never knew how helpful the clear tape could be, she is definitely going to use it on everything. The only thing that it can't fix is probably the last three years of her life.
"Thank you, Kallen," and Kallen, though she knows how silly it is, beams at those simple words. It reminds her of receiving orders from Zero. It's true she did fell in love with Zero after growing to admire him, even though she shows disdain at Lelouch Lamperouge, the lazy Britanna who doesn't care about studies when he should be grateful for being able to attend school for being a Britanna. Now, she grew to admire both, especially after learning what Lelouch did. "But you can't lock him out." The temporary pride that lifted Kallen's spirits dissipates. She slowly sets down the thick roll of ducktape on his dresser next to the lamp with the dusty shade.
"What?" Kallen scoffs, clenching the handle of her pliers. "Lelouch, come on, what more do you want?" Kallen sighs. "How can he even come in?" Kallen is well cognizant of how Lelouch's man is probably part of his imagination, as Schneizel said during a meeting that involved them, but Cornelia recommended doing this, suggesting that it might make Lelouch feel safer. At least, Kallen and her group of Dark Night comrades sleep in the polished basement thanks to Nunnally. But, she's stuck with Tamaki, who insists on chugging down two bottles of wine every other day. At least if Lelouch screams, she'd hear him. Hopefully, it depends if he screams louder than the music that Tamaki cranks up on the two amplifiers wired in the basement. She swears that one day she'll shove Tamaki into a blender and serve him as a smoothie. After all, the sound of Tamaki screaming while having his body mutilated and turned into mush is probably what his music sounds like anyways.
"He's already in here." Lelouch whispers. Kallen inhales heavily. "You can't see him."
"Is he wearing some sort of invisible suit or something?" Kallen can't help but snap at him. She just wants the old Lelouch back. The one that she can shouts and chastise him, and he'd respond with a smirk or smartass comment. Lelouch shakes his head furiously. "Lelouch snap out of it, he's not real!" Kallen's voice cracks as she yells that proclamation at him. Then guilt stabs her in the heart from her words. Another stake of guilt and horror to her wilting heart as Lelouch stares at her with those dead, glassy eyes. They lost the twinkle. He used to look at her with those dark orchid eyes with a sinister gleam, and now, the gleam died out. They're two, dull orbs with purple retinas gaze at her now. Kallen's quite conscious of the onus that stirs in her gut; after all, they betrayed Lelouch when he needed the Black Knights the most.
"I didn't mean it." Kallen blurts out. But she did. And that's why it felt even worse when those words left her mouth. Lelouch's distant look that crosses his features didn't change. "I'm sorry." Kallen whispers, her voice quivering.
"No, you did. You did mean it." Kallen wilts under the accusation. "It's fine. I would probably think I'm crazy too." A wry smile crosses his features. It's the smile of a madman. Kallen sits down next to Lelouch on the bed. She studies him. He was skinny before. Now he's probably all bones, no flesh. His features are gaunt and his skin sallow and ashen, with his eyes sunken deep into their sockets. Splotches the color of bruises blossomed underneath his dull, eyes. "But I also know you're sorry." Lelouch adds. Even his voice changed from the voice of a commander to a defeated man. There's a thin line between the both, and he crossed it. He's a broken, defeated man. And she's pretty sure duck-tape won't fix this situation.
"He's watching us," Lelouch mumbles rapidly, along with other words that Kallen cannot distinguish. He continues to murmur unintelligibly, and Kallen wonders if knocking him in the head with her pliers will help. Kallen sighs. She faces away from Lelouch for a moment, trying to digest what happened over the past three days. She pinches the bridge of her nose, and she rounds to Lelouch, her lips parted as she struggles to find words to tell him. Then, she pauses, her eyes wide, her already separated lips ready to form words open even bigger, as her jaw unhinges. Standing behind Lelouch, is a man. He leers at her with the giant, wide smile attached to graying, mutilated skin of a man. His ebony eyes, the same color and shine as tar, fixating on her. All words that she's about to blurt out to Lelouch jumbles into a startling scream, and even Lelouch recoils, his eyes wide and pupils small from shock, and Kallen nearly slips off the bed. The man's head is jerked sideways, the neck crooked and bent over. His gnarled, knotted fingers are digging into Lelouch's shoulders. Her heart pulses, basically throwing itself against her chest. She grips the rubber handle of her pliers, and holds it in front of her, ready to jam it into him if he comes any closer.
"Holy-" She blinks. The man isn't there. It's just Lelouch, staring at her, with frightened eyes, and those amethyst orbs travel from the pliers aimed in his direction and Kallen, who's at the edge of the bed, ready to tumble off of it.
"Is something wrong?" Lelouch questions. Kallen mutely shakes her head for a response.
"I'm pretty sure Nunnally will let us in," Milly chirrups. Rivalz stares at Milly skeptically. The wrapped gift that Rivalz has clenched in his grip is yanked out of his grasp.
"You're tearing the wrapping paper," Nina accuses at Rivalz, who stares blankly at her. She points at the lacerations and tears on the wrapping paper. Rivalz chuckles awkwardly. It's just that he's nervous about this. After all, what if Nunnally and Suzaku were lying? Then again, Suzaku was told to be dead, and he's Zero, and now he's saying all these things about Lelouch, and Rivalz cannot comprehend these things and digest them fast enough.
"Guys, he'll be pleased," Milly fluffs her ashen blonde hair. Rivalz sighs as he stares at his former crush. To think, that she was going to married within a year or two. Nina knots her lips in displeasure. She still has a thing against Lelouch. It's been told that the Euphemia incident was an accident, but still, it's harsh. "We can even see Suzaku," Milly warbles in an animated tone. "It'll be fun, he'll be so happy at what's inside the box," Milly purrs devilishly. Rivalz is actually quite glad on the contrary, to not touch the box. Hey, the entity inside has been cooped up in there for possibly ten minute already. The moment they open the box, he'll probably try and kill them. The soldiers standing at the entrance nod at them. Jeremiah Gottwald even flicks his hand as a greeting. They let them in without complication. "See, not a problem," Milly smiles brightly at them, and Rivalz wishes that she'd direct that smile precisely at him. Her moonstone eyes tinged with blue darts around them, glimmering with excitement. She clearly didn't mature. She tugs down the edge of her pencil skirt, and she clasps her hands together. She pats her bun with ringlets falling out of it. Nina doesn't seem particularly impressed of the inside of the mansion, but Rivalz is. He gasps, running across the tiled floor, polished hard enough that Rivalz can see his reflection.
"This is awesome!" Rivalz chortles. "So, where's Lelouch's place?" Rivalz can feel his words come out bitter and clipped at that name, and he feels slightly ashamed at his sudden burst of anger for Lelouch. Milly noticed as well, and Rivalz flinches as she shoots a warning glare in his direction.
"Who are you?" Rivalz scampers a couple steps back, startled by the sudden voice and appearance of a female guard who stares back at him, her eyes wide with suspicion. "Oh, we're some of Lelouch's friends." Rivalz gulps, his voice feeble, and he chuckles awkwardly.
"I'm Milly Ashford," Milly introduces herself, and Rivalz inwardly lets out a sigh of relief for Milly to step in. She's more social and confident in this area.
"A reporter?" the guard scoffs. "You can escort yourselves out."
"No, I used to be Lelouch's classmate," Milly doesn't stutter from the guard's previous retort. "We're here to see Lelouch; may you tell us where he stays? You can even ask Nunnally, she's our good friend," Milly firmly claims. The guard stays silent for moments. "We even have Nina Einstein with us right now; she works for Lloyd Asplund, who is currently my fiancé," Milly says. Rivalz, to his horror, actually emits a sound between a strangled shrieking cat and a pigeon caught in a blender at the word 'fiancé'. The two females turn to him, odd expressions crossing their faces, and Rivalz flushes, and he feels the heat rising up on his cheeks. "Will you please show us the way to Lelouch vi Britanna's room?"
"Of course," the guard's posture remains rigid, obviously still miffed from their previous argument, as she's still not impressed by Milly's introduction. She leads them down a corridor, and she stops at a door.
"Thank you," Milly responds in a firm, polite tone and the guard nods stiffly, before stomping off. The moment she reaches the corner of the hallway, Milly snickers, and she leans towards Rivalz. "She's such a rude asshole." Milly mutters. Rivalz sniggers.
"Don't gossip like that," Nina shakes her head in disapproval. Nina readjusts her oval-framed wire glasses. Nina must've left her workplace to come join them, Rivalz muses, observing her white lab coat, unbuttoned, to reveal a tight, red jacket underneath. Her hair is also professionally styled, unlike the two braids she'd always wear before. Nina holds up her clenched fist to rap her knuckles on the door, but Milly just bustles in.
"HI LE-" For some reason, Milly's greeting is cut off abruptly, and Rivalz shoves himself in, as Milly is taking up most of the doorway. Nina reappears beside her after slipping underneath Milly's outstretched arm. Lelouch is staring at a shattered mirror in front of him, fragments of the broken object scattered around the lush carpet. Lelouch doesn't even acknowledge them Rivalz slowly takes towards Lelouch.
"Hi Lelouch, why'd you kill the poor mirror?" Rivalz has to admit, he can't believe that Lelouch in front of him, was his friend, and basically nearly one-handedly dominated the world. Lelouch slowly opens his clenched fists, to reveal various shards of the glass mirror in his hand and they cut and slit into his palm. "Lelouch what are you doing?" Rivalz snatches the glass shard out of his hand.
"Lelouch, I always thought you were an organized fellow," Milly awkwardly tries to lift the spirits as Rivalz did earlier.
"Lelouch," Nina puckers her lips. Seriously, whenever she says his name, a sour look crosses her features. "Nice to see you again," Nina claims formally. Lelouch doesn't answer. Rivalz stares at his former friend. He looks…almost dead. Granted, he's been stuck underground for three months, dying repeatedly over and over again.
"Why couldn't I just die?" Lelouch whispers. Milly's strained smile curls into a frown, and Rivalz recoils at Lelouch's words. "I knew I did horrible things, I know that I don't deserve to die…but when I was in the coffin that was the one thing I was looking forward to it. And yet I can't even have that?" Now tears are forming in Lelouch's eyes. Even Nina looks troubled. Right now, Rivalz is way out of his comfort zone. Usually, Lelouch is the one to sooth him in his usual sadistic way, right now, Rivalz is lost. "I can't even live peacefully anymore!" Lelouch whispers.
"Lelouch," the bed creaks underneath Milly's weight as she sits down next to Lelouch. Nina approaches, and hands the box towards Lelouch. Lelouch couldn't seem more disinterested in it. Rivalz slowly lowers himself onto the bed with the rumpled bedsheets pushed to the side, on the other side of Lelouch. Rivalz slowly plucks out a fragment of glass out of Lelouch's palm.
"Why are you helping me? If I don't deserve death, then I definitely don't deserve help," Lelouch says.
"Because we're friends," Rivalz answers simply. Milly nods while leaning over, stretching her head, over from the other side of Lelouch. She mouths something, and creates motions with her hand, gesturing for him to continue. "And besides, if it wasn't for you, I would've failed my math homework many times!" Rivalz says. Lelouch doesn't smile in return as Rivalz hoped. "Besides, you should take it as a good thing that you're alive, you can still change the world as you did before." Rivalz suggest.
"I don't want to live with him though."
"Who's him?" Rivalz asks curiously. Lelouch doesn't answer. His eyes are obscured by his long lashes as he looks at his lap. "Doesn't matter," Rivalz says. "Look, we got you something!" Rivalz exclaims. Lelouch's eyes stare at the rather large box with the ruined wrapping paper in his lap.
"Lelouch, you really should eat something!" A voice says from outside the door. "Nunnally's even here to make sure you eat something!" Rivalz recognizes that voice. Milly scrambles off the bed, leaving the bed groaning as she rushes to the door, and opens it outwards and it hits something, probably denting the poor wooden door. Rivalz rushes to the door. The door, when swung outward, hit something. It had hit the wheel of a wheelchair. Nunnally stares up at Rivalz, a smile that transforms her shocked face into a glowing one. And then, there's the one they thought who had died. Suzaku's gaze remains on the both of them, his jaw unhinged. Milly whoops. "Suzaku, pull the wheelchair back!" Milly pouts. Suzaku, startled out of his daze, pulls back the device, even though it probably doesn't need someone to push it, and Milly finally opens the door fully, big enough for Nunnally's wheelchair to roll in. Sitting on Nunnally's lap is a tray full of food. Suzaku rolls the chair in.
"Ignore that," Milly clears her throat as the sound of crunching glass, causes Rivalz to clap his hands over his ears. Suzaku flinches as the thick, rubber tires of Nunnally's wheelchair grinds the glass fragments from the mirror underneath. "Rivalz broke the mirror," Milly explains. Nunnally turns to Rivalz, who reacts a second too late, but he nods eagerly, pasting a sheepish smile on his face. The moment Nunnally turns away, Rivalz glowers at Milly, and shouts silently at her. Milly shrugs adorably in response, and Rivalz whips back to face Nunnally, disgruntled with his arms folded across his chest.
"Nunnally!" Nina greets happily, her tone contradicting the timbre she always uses with Lelouch's name. Nunnally smiles as she waves at all of them. Rivalz returns next to Lelouch, and though Rivalz can't be sure, he swears he saw a small, sad smile grace his face. Nunnally faces Lelouch.
"Eat," Nunnally thrusts the tray of food towards Lelouch. Lelouch stares at it. "Hey, it must hurt to starve to death, especially in a coffin, so now you have food. Eat," Nunnally instructs. Lelouch slowly takes the tray.
"Are you going to eat that?" Rivalz inhales deeply the smell of the steak sitting on a plate with the eating utensils next to it. "If you're not, can I have it?"
"Rivalz!" Rivalz groans as sharp pain flares near his shoulder from when Milly smacked him. "Shut up!" Milly fumes. She turns to Lelouch, her scowl and adopted jeering tone disappearing into an animated warble, with a smile adorning her angled face.
"I admire you, Lelouch," Suzaku openly confesses, and they turn to him, confused. Even Lelouch puckers his eyebrows in confusion. "You actually changed your shirt." Suzaku finishes. Lelouch scoffs, rolling his eyes. Rivalz, his attention captured on Lelouch, suddenly frowns. Lelouch's eyes are foggy, as though he's either blind or just not there. The original shine that Rivalz would notice whenever they ditch school to gamble with chess has disappeared.
"Lelouch, open the box!" Rivalz urges.
"Wait, don't!" Nina gasps, and Milly ashen. Rivalz doesn't get it. The thing inside the box is supposed to be good. However, Suzaku torn open the box, and almost immediately, the present leaps out of the box, shredding the wrapping paper around it, and Suzaku yelps as the thing latches onto his shoulder, with the jutted out claws digging into his back.
"Oh crap," Suzaku breathes as Arthur hisses, yowling, and his hackles bristling. Suzaku releases a sharp one-noted cry as Arthur latches one of his paws near his neck, his claws gleaming. Rivalz chuckles, only to feel another sharp pain jolt through his back, and he groans. He swears he's going to end up hunched back by the end of the day. Then, Lelouch, probably sensing danger, shields his face with his arms, even though Rivalz is completely oblivious to why. After all, Arthur is more attached to Suzaku than Lelouch, so Lelouch should be fine. Maybe he's just paranoid. Blood trickles down his wrists when he holds his hands vertical to his face. Then, Arthur leaps off of Suzaku, and onto the tray with the grilled steak. Sauce splatters over Lelouch's crinkled sleeves and across his wrists as well. The brown sauce and oil stains the cuffs of Lelouch's recently changed blue shirt, and now, the shirt is blemished purple from the scarlet blood seeping onto the sapphire shirt. Rivalz, knowing from experience, that on such a thick material, the blood will end up crusty and crimson and disgusting on Lelouch's shirt.
Arthur purrs in pleasure, despite the oil and sauce that mat his ebony fur down. "Good job, Rivalz," Milly snaps. Discoloration is on Milly's white blouse, as a brown stain blemishes the center of her shirt, sizzling into it. "Ugh!" Milly groans. Nina seems to be the only one out of them on the bed to not take part, as she's completely free of stains. Then, the tray slides down Lelouch's lap, and splatters onto the floor, and Arthur screeches and leaps away, dragging his gravy-soaked paws across the carpet. He approaches the upside down tray on top of Lelouch's lunch, and he bats the flimsy tray away, and continues to lick the steak, sinking his tiny fangs into the thick steak.
"Rivalz…" Milly actually sounds slightly upset. Rivalz chuckles awkwardly, and from the glass shards on the floor, underneath Nunnally's wheelchair, he's able to notice his rapidly blooming cheeks as pink tinges his face.
"Sorry Milly," Rivalz murmurs sheepishly, knowing that his hopes with her are within the negative range, if that's even possible.
"It's not me you should be apologizing for!" Milly hisses. Now, Rivalz is sure that he located the source of Milly's embarrassment. He just ruined Lelouch's first lunch in a couple days, stained all three of their shirts and some of the paste speckled Nunnally's instrument, and the carpet will be a frazzle to clean up.
"Sorry Lelouch," Rivalz mumbles.
"Its fine," Lelouch doesn't sound particularly angry or happy. Just flat, like the look in his eyes.
"Lelouch," Lelouch stops as he's about to exit the room. His friends left hours ago, leaving him in new clothes, with Sayoko rubbing furiously with a bristled brush, trying to scrub the stain out of his ivory carpet. He turns around to face his endearing younger sister. "Why are you bleeding?" Nunnally knots her lips in suspicion. "And why was there glass on the floor?" Yeah. Okay, here it is.
"I don't know." Lelouch answers.
"Lelouch!" Nunnally sighs. "Let me see." Lelouch uncurls his fist, and Nunnally purses her lips.
"You're wounded, let me fix that," Sayoko takes in the ruby droplets of blood and the cuffs of Lelouch's shirt, stiff from the crusting blood. Lelouch immediately retracts his hand.
"I told you, I don't know. He…he wouldn't let me go." Lelouch pants. Anxiety strikes Lelouch. He needs to get out, now. Lelouch dashes towards the door, and runs out of the room, and down the hallway. He groans, rubbing his eyes. His vision is swirling up and down.
"You're responsible for their deaths." Lelouch whirls around. The Crooked Man stands next to his opened door. "You're truly an evil person. You shot your own sister and dragged her name through the blood of all the innocent people she unknowingly killed." Lelouch staggers away, his tongue frozen to the roof of his mouth, as he's unable to shout anything back. "And then there's Shirley. You indirectly killed her, you know. Wasn't erasing her father out of her life enough?" A scream that Lelouch is unable to swallow tears out of his throat, and his back slams against the wall behind him, and he sinks to his knees. The Crooked Man takes a step forward. "You know, I'm the only one that can kill you, isn't that what you wanted? I heard you back in that room, I'm your guilt. Your pride, I'm everything that makes you feel horrible about your actions. And I'm the only one who can end your pitiful life right now, so why do you resist?" Lelouch blinks. This man…is he here to help him? A blank look crosses his face. Yes, he's scary, with his splintered neck and crooked head, but if he can solve the one thing he wanted, then...
"Lelouch!" The man steps to the side. Nunnally's wheelchair pokes out from inside the room, and she rolls out onto the hallway. "Lelouch, why are you screaming?" Nunnally rolls over. Sayoko appears by her side, her flat, blank passive look still on her face.
"Nothing," Lelouch makes a mental note in the back of his brain, to say goodbye to Nunnally tonight.
"Lelouch you don't scream and just say that everything's fine," Nunnally says. Lelouch claps his darker shade of eyes with Nunnally's.
"Trust me, I'll be fine."
So. I learned that this whole time, there was such thing as line breaks, and I'm just like, why not have people just skip a line and leave it at that? Is it just me who thinks that? I'm still wondering whether or not to kill of Lelouch. I don't know, I really don't want to, but I do. And I need to get more ice cream as well. Thanks for reading :3
How do I use these line break things? This is so weird!
And the reason why Kallen can see The Crooked Man is because I felt like it and also because I just really wanted to for some reason.
I still do not care.