So, it appears I did a decent job raping Red's mind. Let's do Suzaku now.
And I recommend listing to "To All People", from the "Fragile Dreams" soundtrack. Lunardragon2607 did an excellent job extending it for your listening pleasure.
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A victory gained through dishonest means is worthless
The ends do not justify the means
But desires without actions are meaningless
Mankind cannot obtain anything, without first giving something of equal value
Lives cannot be saved without lives being lost
Traitor
Suzaku stood in a wide, golden wheat field. They sky above him was a dull gray, but the wheat around him shone beautifully.
Suzaku brushed his hands through the grains.
They felt beautiful.
"Ow." He winced, bringing his hand to his face.
He'd pricked his finger.
There was a bead of blood welling up on his fingertip.
He put the finger in his mouth and sucked at the cut.
How Does It Taste?
The voice was like iron slabs slamming against granite.
Suzaku didn't hear the voice.
It reverberated in his very soul.
Suzaku twisted around, taking his finger from his mouth.
A tall figure in a black cloak stood there.
It brushed a hand through the wheat.
He was a skeleton.
Your Blood. The figure clarified. How Does It Taste?
"Uh…" Suzaku thought. "Bloody?"
A Good Start. The figure said. Continue.
"Uh, kinda like copper, but not unpleasant." Suzaku decided. "It's warm, full of life. It's thicker than water, but it still runs."
Very Good. Another drop of blood appeared on Suzaku's finger. Now This One.
Suzaku licked it. "The same-" he stopped himself. "No, no this isn't my blood, is it?"
You Have A Good Palette. The figure complimented. That Is Your Fathers Blood.
Suzaku paled.
More blood.
You Have So Much Blood On Your Hands. The figure said, a shadow of a skeletal grin appearing under its hood. Would You Like To Taste It All?
"Are you Death?" Suzaku asked.
Yes. The hooded figure said. But Do Not Despair. You Are Not Dead.
"Why am I here?" Suzaku asked.
He felt a quiet chuckle that shook him to the core of his soul.
You Are Here To Work.
Silver stood by the waters edge.
The water was silent- completely still.
Silver bent down and picked up a flattened, round stone.
He threw it into the water.
It bounced.
One, two, three, four, five, six times.
The ripples spread through each other.
They widened and flattened.
The ripples faded into nothing.
The water was still once more.
Nothing had changed.
Only now, Silver no longer had a stone to throw.
Suzaku stabbed his shovel into the mound of manure in Death's stable.
When Death told him that he was here to work, this wasn't what he had expected.
Still, it wasn't like Suzaku had a right to complain. Death had told to think about what the lesson might be while he worked, so there was a purpose to this.
He poured the manure from his shovel and into the bucket, then stabbed the shovel into the pile and carried the bucket to the manure bin.
Hard work is necessary to succeed?
One needs to get their hands dirty to achieve a clean world?
What is the lesson here?
Suzaku dumped the crap into a large box and walked back into the stable. The pale rapidash pawed the hay as Suzaku dumped the bucket next to the mound and patted its grey flames.
Do for others what they can't do for themselves?
Brendan walked through the cave, looking at memories in the crystals.
Most of them he couldn't remember, but he knew that they had happened.
His memories had been changed.
His very being had been changed.
Who was he before? Who is he now?
Does he even want to go back to who he was?
Was he even supposed to exist?
Does he have to die so some other boy who had the body before him can live?
Suzaku opened the door and walked into Death's office.
Death sat behind a desk in the centre of the room. With his hood down, Suzaku could see the bleached bone of his skull, the hollows of the Reaper's eye sockets, and Suzaku felt with a shaking sense of understanding in his heart who exactly he was standing before.
"I've cleaned out the stables." Suzaku reported.
I See. Did You Learn Anything?
Suzaku sat down on a chair in front of the desk. "I thought about it." Suzaku admitted. "I wondered if you wanted me to realise that I needed to get my hands dirty to achieve anything. I wondered if you wanted me to humble myself and focus on the task at hand. I even thought that maybe, maybe there was a deep lesson about how with work, anything can be made into something for someone, that everything has a purpose."
He smirked. "But then I realised your situation. You were up to your knees in horseshit and you didn't want to be the one to shift it."
Death laughed.
Remarkable. Death eventually told him. Most Humans Are Too Imaginative To See The Obvious.
"The obvious?" Suzaku asked as Death picked up a drink in a triangular glass containing a pink cocktail.
Why Is There A Cherry On A Stick In This Glass? Death asked him. It's Not As If It Does Anything For The Flavour. Why Does Anyone Take A Perfectly Good Drink And Then Put In A Cherry On A Pole?
Suzaku didn't have an answer for that one. The question was just so… random.
I Mean, Take These For Example. Death continued, holding a canapé between his bony fingers. Mushrooms, Yes, Chicken, Yes, Cream, Yes, I Have Nothing Against Any Of Them. But Why In The Name Of Sanity Mince Them All Up And Put Them In Little Pastry Cases?
"To make them nicer." Suzaku answered. "We do it because the end result tastes better."
But Does It? Death asked. There Are Better Ways To Serve These Ingredients. They Seem Only To Exists So People Have Something To Do With Their Hands. How Are Yours By The Way?
Suzaku looked down. They were covered in calluses and muck. "Filthy." He said.
How Do You Feel?
Suzaku thought about the question. He was clearly being tested. "Satisfied." He said. "But why am I here?"
I Told You This. Death replied. You Are Here To Work.
"For how long?" Suzaku asked. "I have other things that I need to do."
Like What?
"Like stop Missingno.." Suzaku answered, getting angry. "Stop Lelouch, bring everyone back!"
How?
Suzaku froze.
The World Has Ended. Life Is No More. There Is Nothing Left.
"Then why are you here?" Suzaku asked. "What purpose does Death have if there's no-one left?"
When You Can Answer That Question, Then You Can Leave.
Suzaku blinked as Death stood up.
Come.
"Eh?" Suzaku asked.
I Don't Know About You, But I Could Murder A Curry.
The place Death took Suzaku was a misty restaurant in the plane of nothingness.
People passed them in a haze.
Or, at least, Suzaku thought of them as people.
But they didn't seem right.
They Are Shades. Death explained, blowing on his curry. This Is What Remains Of Those That Were Stripped Away.
"Why was I not taken?" Suzaku asked the Reaper, ignoring his own Rogan Josh.
You Are Part Of The Race.
"The Race?" Suzaku asked. "What race?"
The Race To Complete Your Geass.
"I don't have a Geass." Suzaku pointed out.
And Yet You Compete In The Race. Death told him. So You Clearly Received One. Yet It Did Not Manifest.
"I never kissed a Code." Suzaku told the Reaper.
A Code Kissed You. Death said. One That Was Not Meant To Be.
"What?" Suzaku asked.
Are You Aware Of The Entity That Is Nemo? Death asked him. It Is A Facet Of Nunnally Vi Britannia's Psyche, One With Control Of Her Powers As Half A Code.
"Wait, so Nunnally kissed me and I never knew about it?" Suzaku asked. "When? How? She's in a wheelchair!"
Nemo Is Not Limited By Such Things.
Suzaku rubbed his forehead. "So, when I was shot… the day Lelouch and I met C.C.… I survived because that pushed me into a Code?"
Correct. From There, You Evolved Further.
Suzaku leant back in his chair.
This was a lot to take in.
Are You Going To Eat Your Spring Roll?
Suzaku sat forward. "You're a skeleton." He said. "How do you eat?"
Even Anthropomorphic Personifications Of Concepts Get Hungry. Death shrugged, his fork hovering over Suzaku's plate.
"That's not what I meant." Suzaku replied. "Wouldn't everything… fall out?"
That Would Make A Mess. Can I Have Your Roll?
Suzaku pushed the plate forward and Death took the spring roll. "This is insane…" Suzaku sighed. "The world ended, I can't do anything about it, and now Death is eating my spring roll."
You Did Say That I Could Have It.
"That's not the point." Suzaku sighed. "Euphie… where is she?"
Death pointed at one of two figures walking in a gray garden. "Th-that's her..?" Suzaku whispered. "Can she see us?"
Humans Don't Want To. Death said. It's Much Easier For Them To Cover Their Eyes And Pretend That We're Not Here, Especially Now That Their Mortal Frames No Longer Exist.
"Does she miss me?" Suzaku asked.
Can You Not Hear It? Death asked. Or Is It Just Easier Not To Listen?
Suzaku looked at the towering figure, then closed his eyes.
He cleared his mind.
He listened.
He listened.
"Silence." He told Death. "I don't hear anything."
How Do I Speak Without A Tongue?
"You don't." Suzaku replied. "My ears aren't hearing you, my soul is."
Why Would That Change For Someone Without A Body?
Suzaku paused.
You Have Heard, Yet You Do Not Listen. Words Spoken Are Empty When One Considers The Words That Were Not.
Suzaku looked down at the hazy ground. "So that's it then?" he asked. "I'm here so you can tell me that I'm not a good listener?"
Are You A Fan Of Music? Death asked. Do You Play An Instrument?
"WHAT HAS THIS GOT TO DO WITH ANYTHING?" Suzaku shouted at Death.
The Reaper turned around with a guitar. A Guitar, For Example, Is A Means Of Baring Your Soul Through Six Strings.
CRUNCH
Suzaku pulled his fist from Death's skull. "Don't fuck with me." Suzaku hissed, his shoulders shaking. "I've… I've nothing left… and you… you don't even care…"
That's What Your Father Told Me.
Suzaku's head shot up.
He Said I Loved This. Death continued. Many Do. He Took Great Offence At The Pride I Take In My Work.
"Do you enjoy killing people?" Suzaku asked through clenched teeth.
I Do Not Kill People. People Kill People. I Come Next.
Suzaku unclenched his fist.
His fingers were sore from how tight he was holding them.
You Do Not See People At Their Best In Their Job. Death told Suzaku, sitting down in the hazy grass. Most Of The Time, They Aren't Happy To See You Either.
The Grim Reaper rubbed the brow of his skull with his finger bones. You May As Well Know This. He told Suzaku. Down In The Deepest Kingdom Of The Sea, Where There Is No Light, No Pokémon, There Lives A Type Of Creature With No Brain, No Eyes And No Mouth. It Does Nothing But Live And Put Forth Petals Of Perfect Crimson Where None Are There To See. It Is Nothing Except A Tiny yes In The Night. And Yet... It Has Enemies That Bear It A Vicious, Unbending Malice, Who Wish Not Only For Its Tiny Life To Be Over But Also That It Had Never Existed. Are You With Me So Far?
"I…" Suzaku stopped, thinking about it. "Yes." He nodded, sitting down next to Death.
Good. Death nodded. Now, Imagine What They Think Of Humanity.
Suzaku did. "Who are they?" he asked.
Those Who Are Not. Death replied. They Are The Leftover Stuff That Was Never Made, Those That Scream NO From The Oblivion Because They Were Never Made Into A Yes. They Want Because They Are Not. They Came Unbidden Because They Were Never Made. They Are Those That No One Ever Cared For.
"And you want me to sympathise with the ones that did this?" Suzaku asked. "Are you saying that humans are in the wrong?"
Humans Are Human. Death replied. Where The Rising Angel Meets The Falling Ape.
"It's the other way around." Suzaku said. "It's where the Rising Ape meets the Falling Angel."
No. Death replied. Angels Fly. They Seek To Rise. Humans Are The Apes That Fell From The Tree. Your Poet Was Wrong.
Suzaku sighed. This was hard.
This was absurd.
"I don't have time for this." Suzaku repeated, standing upright.
There Is No Time.
"There's still a last minute."
I Am The Last Minute.
"There's still hope." Suzaku pressed on. "There's always hope. Justice will prevail."
Really? Death laughed bitterly. Then Take What's Left Of The Universe And Grind It Down Into The Finest Powder, Then Sieve It Through The Finest Sieve And Show Me One Atom Of Justice.
"Don't be stup-"
And Yet You Act Like There Is Some Kind Of Rightness In The Universe By Which Everything Is Judged Fairly.
"Humans need Justice." Suzaku replied. "Otherwise, there's no point."
There Is No Justice. Death told him, standing up and beginning to walk away. There Is Only Me.
"What about mercy?" Suzaku asked, looking after the Reaper.
You Do Not Know The Meaning Of The Word.
Mercy.
It was a good thing, just like Justice.
They were both good things.
But you can only have one.
Justice.
Good Things Happen To Good People.
Bad Things Happen To Bad People.
And All Is Right With The World.
Mercy.
Good Things Happen To Bad People.
Bad Things Happen To Good People.
And All Is Right With The World.
"You have heard that it was said, 'An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.' But I say to you, Do not resist one who is evil. But if any one strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also; and if any one would sue you and take your coat, let him have your cloak as well; and if any one forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles."
Matthew 5:38-41,
Can you see the problem here?
''Peter approached Jesus and asked him, "Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive him? As many as seven times?"
Jesus answered, "I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times."
Matthew 18
Why should they get away with it?
Justice is easy. It just feels so right.
Because, that's what it is. Reward those that deserve a reward. Punish those that don't.
But not Mercy.
Mercy is when you help those that don't deserve it.
Mercy isn't giving money to the homeless, that's merely Charity.
Mercy is to love them despite the fact that they spitefully use you.
Mercy is to let evil deeds go unpunished.
Mercy is wrong.
"Turn around." Suzaku ordered. "Slowly."
No response.
"Didn't you hear me?" Suzaku asked, pointing his gun at Zero. "I'm telling you to turn around, slowly."
"Euphemia happily massacred defenceless Japanese!" Zero declared, turning around. "Yet, for that woman, you—"
"Geass sure is a convenient power." Suzaku stated, walking towards the terrorist with his gun. "You hide in the dark, and give the responsibility to others. Arrogant and sly, that is who you truly are. Kallen!" he shouted. Zero glanced in the direction of the sound of Kallen's gasp in shock. "Do you not want to know Zero's true identity?" Suzaku asked.
"She already knows." Zero announced. "As would you if you joined with me when I invited you."
Suzaku snarled. "What did you just say?"
"I said that there is no reason for there to be secrets among friends." Zero announced, reaching up and removing his mask. "Suzaku."
Suzaku stared in shock as Lelouch discarded the useless mask, then took a deep breath and tossed his gun aside. "I cannot believe this." He stated.
"What, that I'm Zero?" Lelouch asked. "Leader of the Order of the Black Knights? The one who always told you that one day I would declare war on the Holy Britannian Empire? The man about to conquer the world? How did you not figure this out already?"
"You're right; I should have arrested you earlier." Suzaku sighed.
"Oh, so you did work it out?" Lelouch asked.
"I didn't want to believe it at first." Suzaku replied. "So I kept myself in denial, because I wanted to believe in you. But… you kept lying, to me and Euphie." He glared. "Even to Nunnally you lied."
"Yes. I lied to protect her." Lelouch told him. "But now, Nunnally has been captured. Suzaku, can we fight later? For Nunnally, can we fight later? Together, there is nothing we can't do."
"Don't be so naïve." Suzaku told him, drawing a sword. "Before all this happened, you should have joined with Euphie!" he shouted, and the sword burst into blue flames. "If you had worked together with Euphie, then the world…"
"Now who's the naïve one? That's in the past." Lelouch snarled. "I cannot change what has happened! IT'S OVER! Didn't you kill your father too? Suzaku, you can regret it all you want later, but right now…"
"NO!" Suzaku shouted, getting ready to run Lelouch through with his burning blade. "You betrayed the world at the very very last minute… WELL NOW THE WORLD'S BETRAYING YOU!" he shouted. "YOUR WISH WILL NEVER COME TRUE!"
"IDIOT!" Lelouch shouted, unleashing a mewtwo from its great ball. "The world will not spin if you rely on glorious thinking!"
Suzaku threw a master ball into the air and Lancelot charged from it, the two pokémon colliding in the air.
"Suzaku, I want to make a deal." Lelouch stated as the two pokémon's energies sparked across the room. "The person who told you about the Geass has taken Nunnally and is hiding her behind this door." He explained.
"These things of the future are of no concern of yours!" Suzaku shouted, his Geass forbidding him from crossing the event horizon of chaos energy that was between him and Lelouch. "THE FACT THAT YOU EXIST IS AN ERROR! YOU! ARE NOT! FIT! TO EXIST! IN THIS! WORLD!"
Lelouch drew his sword and charged. "SUZAKU!" he screamed.
"LELOUCH!" Suzaku shouted, ignoring his Geass and rushing into hell itself to kill his closest friend.
Your Friend Was Begging For Mercy.
Suzaku slammed the book shut and turned to the skull that was leering over his shoulder. "He didn't deserve it." Suzaku growled.
Didn't He? Death asked. I Would Have Him Put Down As One Most Deserving Of Mercy At That Moment.
"He destroyed Euphie." Suzaku snarled. "You know how many people he's killed."
You Misunderstand The Purpose Of Mercy. The Reaper told him. Mercy Is Not There For Good People.
"He would have just gone onto hurt more people." Suzaku said.
Perhaps. Death shrugged. Such Is War. One Will Risk Everything In The Pursuit Of Happiness.
"Happiness?" Suzaku snarled. "The one who deserves happiness was EUPHIE!"
Euphemia Li Britannia. Death nodded. You Two Make Quite The Couple: Absolute Justice And Absolute Mercy.
Suzaku clenched his teeth together, trying to stop himself from entering another pointless argument with an enemy he couldn't kill-
When did he start thinking of Death as an enemy?
"What do you think of people?" Suzaku asked him.
They Are The Harvest.
Suzaku stood up and walked out of the library without another word.
Lord, We Know There Is No Good Order Except That Which We Create.
There Is No Hope But Us.
There Is No Mercy But Us.
There Is No Justice.
There Is Just Us.
All Things That Are, Are Ours.
But We Must Care.
For If We Do Not Care, We Do Not Exist.
If We Do Not Exist, Then There Is Nothing But Blind Oblivion.
And Even Oblivion Must End One Day.
Lord, Will You Grant Me Just A Little Time?
For The Proper Balance Of Things.
To Return What Was Given.
For The Sake Of Prisoners And The Flight Of Birds.
Lord, What Can The Harvest Hope For, If Not For The Care Of The Reaper Man?
"Ya know, he doesn't use a scythe properly." The bearded old man standing next to Suzaku told him once the boy finished reading the prayer on the wall. "Yer supposed to cut a whole bunch in a row, but not him." the man laughed. "Oh no, he has to cut them down one at a time he does. Each stalk gets one-to-one treatment. Poetic, innit?"
"Why?" Suzaku asked. "The reaper doesn't listen to the harvest."
"That's exactly what he said." The man said with a frown. "The Death that was supposed to replace this one, before our Death wrote that there on the wall. He wore even a crown, the bastard."
"What's so bad about a crown?" Suzaku asked.
"Death shouldn't wear a crown." The old man told him, shaking his head. "Death shouldn't want to rule."
Suzaku pondered this.
"What does he mean?" he asked the man. "There is no Justice. There is only us."
The man put a hand on Suzaku's shoulder. "Because good things don't happen to good people and bad things don't happen to bad people. Life's unfair, and it'd just be cruel if Death was fair."
"Why would that be cruel?" Suzaku asked, dumbfounded.
"Because Justice is fair." The man replied. "No-one said it was nice."
"So he's supposed to be the final mercy." Suzaku nodded.
The comforter of the comfortless.
Lover of the unloved.
The Stealer of Souls.
Defeater of Empires.
Swallower of Oceans.
Thief of Years.
The Ultimate Reality.
Harvester of Mankind.
"What can the harvest hope for…" Suzaku read, "If not for the care of the reaper man?"
The man patted Suzaku on the shoulder. "I'm off to the kitchen for a fry-up. Fancy a sausage?"
"Thank you." Suzaku bowed. "But I'm fine."
"Suit yerself." The old man chuckled, hobbling off down the staircase.
"One last thing." Suzaku added. "Why did Death get me to clean the stables?"
The old man stopped. "Do you know what happens to boys who ask too many questions?" he asked.
"What?" Suzaku asked, turning to face the mans back.
The old man shrugged. "Buggered if I know." He decided, setting off at a walk again. "Probably get answers, and it'd serve 'em right 'nall."
Suzaku went to muck out the stables.
He'd missed something.
There was a load of manure to move, but no-one had asked Suzaku to work.
He did it because he needed an answer.
Death Cared.
He cared about the Harvest.
He cared about people.
It was in his own, messed up way, but he cared.
And he wanted Suzaku to understand mercy.
So how does shovelling shit teach you to be merciful?
It's a disgusting job.
You work damn hard in horrible conditions for next to no pay.
But someone has to do it.
Suzaku stopped there.
Someone has to do it.
It's a horrible job, but it has to be done.
Someone needs to be a villain in order to make the heroes do what's right.
Suzaku shook his head.
No, that's not it.
Too easy.
It's too philosophical.
The answer's obvious.
Death said it was.
So what could be more obvious in the job of shovelling shit, other than there's a lot of it and Death doesn't want to do it.
He cares.
Suzaku froze.
It's a horrible job, but Death can't do it.
Why?
Because Death carries a scythe.
A scythe that cuts each individual stalk carefully and lovingly.
A scythe of mercy that ends the pain and suffering.
One that isn't covered in crap.
"It's a horrible job, and it needs doing." Suzaku realised. "But it's not the only job that needs doing."
And it needs doing with care.
Suzaku dropped the shovel.
Justice is fair. Justice is not nice.
Mercy is unfair. Mercy is nice.
Where is the go-between?
The middle ground?
Redemption.
Forgiveness.
Temporary offset of Justice granted by Mercy.
Not forgetting the crime.
Merely setting the matter aside.
Was he even incapable of that?
Suzaku stood on the roof of Death's home, resting his forearms on the corrugated iron fence as he looked over the golden Wheatfield's and the black mountains in the distance.
He couldn't tell if they were actual mountains, or just shadows of mountains.
Well, not that that mattered right now.
Eventually, an old friend of his arrived and leant on the fence next to Suzaku. "I thought I'd find you here." He commented.
"What, in the house of Death?" Suzaku asked him.
"On the roof." Lelouch replied. "How've you been?"
"Been shovelling shit since I got here." Suzaku answered. "You?"
"Quite good." Lelouch replied with a smirk. "I have a plan."
"Wasn't it you that said that we'd lost?" Suzaku asked.
"I tend to have panic attacks when someone throws a sizable spanner into the works." Lelouch joked. "Of course, for my plan to work, I intend to throw the biggest spanner of them all."
"You always knew how to ask for a favour." Suzaku sighed, before standing upright.
Lelouch stood up and faced him.
SMACK
Lelouch fell to the ground from the impact of Suzaku's fist.
Suzaku was launched against the iron railings by Lelouch's energy blast.
"Where'd you learn that trick?" Suzaku asked him.
"I'll tell you on the way." Lelouch told him, getting to his feet and walking over to his friend to help him up. "C.C.'s downstairs. We just need to pick up our last teammate and we're ready to go."
"Red?" Suzaku asked, taking his friends hand.
Lelouch nodded as he pulled his friend to his feet. Suzaku brushed his white and gold armour down before cricking his neck. "I'm surprised." Suzaku pointed out. "You haven't asked me to forgive you."
"I've apologised enough." Lelouch replied. "But I forgive you regardless of what you do."
Suzaku's shoulders shook.
Lelouch glanced at him warily.
Suzaku laughed.
His laughter tore through the silence like a bomb in a desert.
It was a powerful laugh at the absurdity of the universe.
It was a laugh Lelouch hadn't heard in far too long.
"Unbelievable!" Suzaku shouted once he began to calm down. "You've slaughtered millions, lied, cheated, ruined lives, made people your puppets, and yet you STILL hold the moral high ground!"
He slapped Lelouch across the back and led him down the stairs. "Come on." He sighed happily. "Let's save Euphie and Nunnally."
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Suzaku
Fighting/Dragon
The Judgement Pokémon
Death smiled.
He always smiled. Skulls can't do other emotions.
But this time, he felt like smiling.
Soon, the world would turn again.
Soon, the sand in the hourglasses would fall.
Soon, lives would end.
And he would be there for them.
That's what he was there for.
There was a knock at the door. "I'll just be leaving sir." Suzaku announced, poking his head through the door.
What Is Mercy?
"To be unfair and forgive those who don't deserve a second chance." Suzaku answered.
What Purpose Does Death Have When There's Nothing Left?
"To care." Suzaku replied. "And to provide mercy when there's no justice."
Why Did You Muck Out The Stables?
"Because mucking out the world is a job for a shovel, not a scythe." Lelouch answered, pushing the door open. "Because horrible jobs need doing, but they need to be done by the right people."
That Is Incorrect.
Lelouch's eyes widened as Suzaku smiled. "Because Shit Happens." The brown-haired boy said. "Deal With It."
Death nodded with a macabre grin.
For The Sake Of Prisoners And The Flight Of Birds. He said as the two boys left. Lord, What Can The Harvest Hope For, If Not For The Care Of The Reaper Man?
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I loved that book. I must've cried about five times while writing this chapter.
And you weren't expecting it to be like this, were you? Well, that's how it is. Some people need to get thoroughly mind-raped. Some people need to pick up a shovel and dig.
Death's Prayer was taken from Terry Pratchett's Reaper Man. It's one of my favourite books, but get either the Hardback or the American Paperback. Formatting was screwed up in the European paperback.
The old man is Death's butler. I think his name's Albert, but that's not really important.
Next chapter: C.C.!