A/N: Okay, so… Um… The ending note… Just… Um… IDK. I feel like I should tell you to ignore it, since it's just me ranting, but then someone will say: why bother putting it there then? So… It is your decision to read the ending note. But a warning; it's not… It's not a happy note, in a sense.

Disclaimer: Code Geass is not my property.

"Remember your promise!" the Knight of Zero stalked out of the room, his cloak sweeping behind him. C2 followed him out while saying in a reproachful voice, "Suzaku."

"I am his sword. I rid him of his enemies and his own weakness," the brunette turned around to face the witch, "So, C2, you must become his shield. Protecting him is your duty."

Her eyes widened and she stared at his slowly retreating back, "That's only what you think."

"Lelouch is your accomplice, is he not?"

"My accomplice, huh?"

. . .

The door hissed open, allowing light to flood into the dark bedroom. C2, standing in the doorway, looked at Lelouch who was sitting dejectedly on their bed, with gentle eyes and said, "I'm impressed you maintained your mask even in front of Nunnally."

"No matter what angle I attack the problem from, the answer is always the same. That the conclusion I made that day wasn't wrong."

"Lelouch, haven't you done enough? You've done well." she sat down behind him. He replied, "You understand why I'm doing this evil, don't you? Besides, under the rules of Damocles, people will become lifeless symbols."

Leaning on his back, she pointed out, "But Nunnally is aboard Damocles. All you have done has been for her sake."

The Emperor straightened up and said with a determined expression, "I can't treat her differently anymore. We can't stop now, for the sake of all those who have died. Right, C2?" his voice faltered slightly, and the emerald-haired woman could feel his torment. Putting her hand gently on his, she answered softly, "Yes. You're right, Lelouch."

"…. Thank you, C2. For staying with me all this time."

He heard her laugh lightly and ask, "Where else would a witch be, then besides her warlock?" her grip tightened as she said the next few words, "… Where else would I be, then besides the one I love?"

His eyes widened at her words as she continued, "Win for everyone who has passed on, Lelouch. Win for Suzaku and Euphemia, win for Nunnally, for-"

"I will win… For you. So that people will no longer hurt you. So that you can smile in a peaceful world, with me…"

The corners of her lips tugged up, "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" but he heard her dismissive tone. She didn't believe him. How could she not believe him? He had swore that he wouldn't let her shed any tears anymore, that he would protect her, that he would keep her close to him, because he-

"I love you. C2." he rose from the bed, making her fall onto her back. Turning around to look down at her, he repeated, "I love you."

Her expression was one of surprise as he knelt besides the bed and whispered a promise to her, a vow, that he would fight for her so that she would no longer feel pain or loneliness.

Kissing her forehead, he murmured, "For you… So I can be with you."

He stood up and was about to leave, when he stumbled forward, C2 suddenly embracing him from behind.

"Remember your promise, Lelouch."

He put his hands on top of hers, silently reassuring her that he wouldn't forget. Couldn't forget.

His pledge to Nunnally.

His pledge to the world.

His pledge… To her.

'No…' he thought to himself as he swept down the halls of the Avalon, 'I can't stop now… For Rolo. For Shirley, for Euphemia, for Nunnally… For C2. For C2… I must continue on and destroy this cycle of hatred, this world of prejudice, this insufferable injustice… For the world hasn't only wronged me, but also her, my witch… My queen. I won't allow anyone to hurt anything more that's precious to me.'

'For C2… I will forevermore remember my promise.'

To Whom It May Concern:

I know I've said this before. That I was considering deactivating my account. And I really did appreciate everyone's encouragement. I truly did. But unfortunately, self-doubt does not go away so easily as one would wish it would. I… To be honest, I don't feel qualified to write. I may have been, once, in the beginning. But not now. Not anymore. Now, I am thinking of just not writing altogether. Let me give you a prime example of the deterioration of my writing.

A Thousand Cranes. I wrote half of the epilogue, the part about C2's nightmare in June. I then left it alone and wrote the latter half extremely recently. Many, many of those who read it before I took it down said that they liked the first half, but not so much the second half.

The Crazy Coup. When was the last time I wrote a chapter for that one? I stare at the computer screen, wondering what the hell (excuse my language) I'm supposed to write. I'm afraid to write. Because I don't want to ruin it. Because I know that once I do write, I'm going to destroy all of that hard work I put into it.

If Only Life Were Gentler. Well that one's just complete BS. It's slow. The character establishment is shoddy, as is the setting, and the plot… Oh Lord. The plot isn't going anywhere.

That, along with the scarcity of creativity I'm having… IDK what's in store for the future. I really don't. And yes; last time was a false alarm. And I'm sorry. And I'm sure I look like an attention-seeking arse. I feel like one. But I'm raising the red flag once again (or is it the white one?) because then I'd be a really big arse for just disappearing off the face of the Internet.

And so… With that… Thank you for being such a wonderful and kind patron to such a… A "depressed", self-absorbed "writer". You're truly a patient and warm-hearted person. Thank you.

Prima