"It's amazing, how much they can change in only a week," Lelouch remarked, staring out from the roof of Ashford. Tokyo was almost unrecognizable. In a single week, the Imperium had already left its mark deeply impressed in the city he had called home for so long, with no signs of letting up any time soon.

"Tokyo is a little different," Kallen said, probably in an attempt to cheer him up. "Even after a year, it still hasn't quite recovered from the FJLEIA blast. More work would be necessary to repair the city, so it's going to look a lot more different than, say, the forbidden city."

"I hear they're rebuilding Pendragon," He said suddenly.

Kallen winced. "I heard the same."

"I've heard they want to build a museum there, dedicated to my youth, and my exploits." He grimaced. "Nevermind that I hated the damn city. Nevermind that almost every happy memory was here, in Japan. Nevermind that almost all of my family were murdered there. I was born in Pendragon, and so of course it is there that they focus."

"You could make it clear you prefer Tokyo," Kallen suggested.

"I could," Lelouch mused. "But the Emperor already knows that. I'm sure it's some attempt to appease me, by leaving Tokyo a little less crowded." He sighed. "I suppose it could be worse. Pendragon would serve well as a symbol, and Tokyo at least will be spared the worst of the Imperium's changes."

"Lelouch?" Kallen asked hesitantly.

He closed his eyes. And here it is. The reason she came up here in the first place. "Yes, Kallen?"

"Jeremiah called a few minutes ago," She said. "One of the ships from orbit is coming here. As in here, to Ashford."

He swallowed. "So?"

"They announced themselves as the personal transport of Horus," Kallen said. "He's here to see you."

Lelouch sighed once more. A week, He thought. It could have been worse. A week of managing to avoid this. He could only hide away for so long, however. "Thank you, Kallen." He paused. "And thank you again. For everything." He wasn't…he couldn't begin to put into words how glad he was for everything she had done for him. He only hoped she understood.

Kallen nodded, smiling. "Good luck. I'll keep Nunnally company in the meantime."

She left him alone with his thoughts for a few more minutes. This…this was the last thing he wanted right now, except perhaps for another conversation with the Emperor. Horus. Vandred had quite a bit to say about his so-called brother, yes.

How perfect of a warrior he was. How charismatic. How human he seemed, despite obviously being anything but.

How he had not only saved his legion, but Lelouch's as well.

He frowned. When did I begin considering them my Legion?

Lelouch shook his head. No matter what he wished, he could hardly deny the truth of the matter. The XIth Legion was his, he no longer had any doubts. Vandred had done an admirable job of detailing their exploits. And in every one, he found traces of himself scattered about.

Gambits others called mad pulled off through a mixture of luck and confidence. An almost obsessive need to not only achieve victory, but to excel in it, to win utterly in a manner that humiliated their enemy. A need that had earned them more than one censure.

If only that were it. If only Vandred had nothing but ill deeds to speak of.

But for every black mark his Legion earned, for every tale of needless theatrics, and brazen arrogance, there was another exemplifying their more noble qualities.

On Provost, when the Greenskins had all but overrun the last cities still standing, the XIth Legion were the first to send drop pods onto the surface, buying time for the refugees to evacuate before wiping out the Xenos.

On Barclava IV, when the Revenants began to feast on the dead of the noncompliant world, the XIth Legion nearly came to blows with their cousins before Horus was forced to intervene.

They treated war as a game, yes, but didn't he, once? Like him, they held a staunch belief in justice, and personal freedom. Rolm was a vicious police state, one impossible to bring into compliance through traditional means without massive civilian casualties.

His Legion had loathed the idea of letting a tyrant win. And so they had made a competition out of it. Squad by squad, three or four a city, they infiltrated the world. They spread word of their presence, and their purpose, and over the course of six months organized a revolution on a far grander scale of anything he had ever accomplished. Within a year, Rolm had embodied the ideal of an Imperial world.

It was an infuriating paradox. How easy it was to hate them, how hard. How alien they were to him, how similar. It was hard enough to sort through his thoughts on his own Legion, and now he was forced to meet with the lord of another.

Lelouch sighed, lifting his arms off the balcony he was leaning against. No sense putting it off, He thought.

It was time to meet his brother.

They stood waiting in the courtyard of the school.

Horus frowned. A school. He had imagined a palace would be the location of their first meeting. Perhaps an embassy of some sort, like the one the Emperor gave his address from, but never a simple school.

Still, he supposed it wasn't the strangest thing he had seen in the galaxy. He knew all of his brother's would be different. Throne, just look at Russ. He hoped his brother…he hoped Lelouch would be somewhat more grounded.

"Are we just going to stand here all day?" Abaddon grumbled.

"Perhaps you should whine a little louder," Tarik chimed in. "The Primarch might bring you a chair when he meets with us."

Horus smiled lightly. Abaddon huffed. "If he meets with us."

"Do you mean to say my brother is avoiding me?" Horus asked wryly.

"Of course not," Abaddon apologized. "I'm only pointing out we've been standing here for twenty minutes. And you can't exactly go in to meet with him yourself, Lord."

True enough. Abaddon could, yes, and Tarik, and any other Astartes. It would be a little cramped, but they would manage. The academy his brother had chosen to sequester himself away in was not, however, built for the likes of a Primarch.

Which raised the question, how was his brother inside?

They were all given their answers almost as soon as Abaddon finished speaking. The front door leading into the main building opened, and a small procession billowed forth.

There were four of them, and his eyes drifted from one face to the next. The first he saw was a tall man, broad shouldered, his hands laced behind his back. Horus recognized him instantly as a soldier. He carried himself almost like one of the Legion, his every step brimming with pride in his duty. He was altered, as well. Not anything like one of the martians, of course, but he had significant cybernetic enhancements.

Next was a woman, and like the first, she too was a soldier, one born to leadership. Her violet hair fell past her shoulders, and Horus noted that a thin layer of anger was keeping itself from her features, held back only by a sense of professionalism.

Past her was a face he recognized, and Horus grinned. "Vandred!" He greeted, "It is good to see you, my friend, and even better to see you successful in your mission."

The Legionnaire inclined his head in thanks. "I did only my duty as a soldier, Lord, nothing more," He answered humbly.

"And it was a duty you executed superbly," Horus congratulated. "Take pride in that."

His eyes fell to the last figure. Not quite as tall as the first man, he nevertheless held himself with an air of authority, despite his seemingly frail figure. Horus felt a rush of adrenaline as he laid eyes on him, and in an instant he knew. This was who they were searching for. This was his brother, this was the Primarch of the XIth Legion.

And he was staring at Horus evenly, almost challenging him.

The man with cybernetics stepped forward. "Announcing his highness, Lelouch vi Britannia! The Eleventh Prince, and second in line for the throne!"

His brother's glare broke, and a small smile found its way to his face as he looked away. "Jeremiah, I am hardly a prince anymore. You don't need to call me that."

"If you wish me to avoid referring to you as my Emperor, then I shall do so at your request, but if you think I will address you with anything less than the proper respect you deserve, that is a battle you will lose, your highness." The man Jeremiah said, his admiration for the prince clear in every word.

Lelouch shook his head. "And who says I'm second in line for the throne after Cornelia? I believe I'm still legally dead, and anyway Schneizel yet lives."

Jeremiah snorted. "Your highness, I doubt very much even you would prefer to let Schneizel take the throne instead of yourself."

"It's a moot point anyways," Lelouch shrugged. "There is no throne anymore, or at least, there won't be in the next few weeks."

"Even so, you are still my prince," Jeremiah affirmed.

"It is good to see my brother is surrounded by such loyal followers," Horus said affably. "I must confess, I'm not sure I expected more or less of a welcome."

All traces of friendliness left his brother's face as his attention was drawn once more to Horus. The brief moment of relaxed, light hearted banter with his apparent equerry was gone, and replaced with an empty look.

There was no hatred or disdain in the way his brother looked at him. There was simply nothing, as if he was doing the bare amount necessary to remain civil, with no interest in acting courteous. Another jolt of worry ran through him.

Horus pursed his lips, searching for the words to say. With Russ, it had been simpler, but he had only met one other brother before. "You are not what I expected you to be," He finally said.

"And what would that have been?" His brother asked without any real interest.

"Taller," Tarik quipped, and Horus barely stopped himself from growling.

To his surprise, Lelouch smiled. "You must be a very confident man," He said. "I thought you were all made to obey us Primarchs, yes?"

"I wouldn't say I'm confident, my Lord," Tarik refuted. "You're half my size, and It's everything I can do not to drop to one knee and kneel. Pardon me, but I usually run my mouth when I don't know what else to do."

Lelouch laughed. "If you can't help it, then there's hardly anything to pardon then, is there?" His smile faded, and he looked back at Horus. "What is it you wish to speak of, brother?"

Brother. So simple a greeting, one that should have delighted him to hear from Lelouch, and yet his shoulders sagged ever so slightly. He could feel the falseness in his voice as sharply as a knife.

This is going poorly, He thought. "Perhaps we should speak elsewhere, in private," He suggested.

Lelouch raised an eyebrow. "And where would that be? We can hardly go back into the academy."

Horus nodded towards a secluded section of the grounds. "Not far, just out of earshot."

His brother seemed like he might argue, but thankfully relented. "Very well, then. Cornelia, Jeremiah, you're welcome to stay with Vandred, and entertain his…cousins."

Cornelia nodded, frowning. "Be careful, Lelouch," She warned, glancing at Horus.

And who is she to warn Lelouch of speaking with his own brother? The nerve of the woman angered him. As if Lelouch were in danger around him!

"She does not trust me," Horus noted as they walked.

"She has been burned before by people she trusted," Lelouch said softly. "And you cast a rather intimidating figure."

Horus nodded. "It can be difficult for mortals, seeing a Primarch, or even Astartes for that matter. They can oftentimes be overwhelmed."

Lelouch scowled. "That mortal is my sister, Horus, and if anything she would overwhelm you."

Horus bit his lip. "I did not know. Forgive me." I have erred, He realized.

His brother's scowl left his face, replaced again by that false serenity, the absence of any interest. Horus sighed. "This isn't going to work," He muttered. Pretending they could simply ignore Lelouch's resistance to joining the Crusade was pointless. The divide between them was too far to ignore; an effort needed to be made to bridge it.

"Pardon?" Lelouch asked.

"I spoke with the Emperor, when he first came back from meeting with you," He said. "I know…I know this isn't what you wished for. That you have no desire to join us, that you have no desire to meet your Legion, or even to live."

"Then why insist on this farce?" Lelouch asked, all pretense of courtesy dropped. "Nothing you can say will change a thing. It doesn't matter what I wish. I'll still serve, won't I? Our father wanted a general, and he will have one."

Horus shook his head. "I have no wish to force you into this brother. Neither does our father. We want you to understand, to join us of your own accord."

Lelouch scoffed. "It's a little late for that, don't you think? How alike our father you are. You both claim you wish me to be enlightened. You make overtures of brotherhood, and yet dangle a sword above my head. The Emperor called me son, and in the same breath promised he would burn my home if I refused. There is no choice to be made, brother, because you robbed me of it. Never forget that."

"Do you think we don't regret this, Lelouch?" Horus challenged. "If we could leave you in peace, we would. If it was truly what you desired, and we were in a position to allow it, I would grant you the peace you wish for myself. But you have seen what awaits, out in the stars. Father has shown you. You are needed Lelouch, far more than you ever would have been here."

"If I believed otherwise for a second, I never would have agreed in the first place," Lelouch snapped. "But do not think necessity makes us family."

Horus allowed himself a small smile. "And yet, you call me brother, and the Emperor father."

Lelouch shrugged. "There isn't any point in denying it. It is a genetic fact. You are my brother, and he is my creator. But it ends there. Nunnally, Cornelia, even Schneizel, the bastard. They are what remains of my family, not you."

The Lord of the Luna Wolves sighed, glancing up into the sky. "I wish we had found you sooner. Before your death." He paused. "I never knew. I knew nothing of who you were, the life you lived, not until the Emperor gave his address. I had hoped to hear it from you, but it seemed unlikely at the time." Even more so now.

Lelouch snorted. "Much of what he said was a lie, for the public's sake."

"But enough of it was true, yes?" Horus asked. "You were willing to die a tyrant, an unknown martyr, all for them."

"What of it?" He scowled. "None of that matters anymore. You did a fine job of ensuring that."

Horus shook his head. "Do you understand what it was like, hearing about you for the first time like that? Your name, who you were, how you died, everything? You are my brother, Lelouch, even if you loathe the fact. The Emperor and I, we have searched for you and the others for so long, never sure we would even find you. And then, to learn how close you were to being robbed from us…"

He shut his eyes for a moment, allowing himself a second to gather his thoughts. "You are my brother, and seeing you stand here before me after thinking it impossible is a miracle I will never take for granted." Something flashed across Lelouch's face, something he quickly suppressed. "I don't want you to chafe against the Crusade. I want you to truly understand what's at stake, and what we do. We will bring the peace you built here to a hundred thousand, to a million worlds. And I want to do it by your side, brother."

Lelouch pursed his lips, but didn't answer. Horus pressed on. "Even if you never see me, or any of the others as kin, then I would ask this one thing of you. Do not trust me simply because I say so. Do not trust me simply because we share a heritage. Give me the chance to earn your trust, if not as your brother, then at least as your friend."

His brother narrowed his eyes, tearing apart every one of his words, searching for any hint of deceit. He finally sighed. "I don't blame you for this. This is our father's doing, I know that well enough. We will no doubt work together often, and if you want to remain cordial, then feel free to do so." He uncrossed his arms. "But you haven't come down here and sought me out just for this. There's something else, isn't there?"

Horus nodded. That's the best I'm going to get from him, for now. It would take time for his brother to come around, he saw that now. He only hoped he would come around. "There is the matter of your Legion."

"What of it?" Lelouch asked.

"Fifteen-hundred sons of the XIth Legion lie in wait, in orbit," He said. "They are eager, desperate for news. You must meet with them, Lelouch, and before you leave for Terra."

"I know," Lelouch said bitterly. "Vandred has told me as much."

"Then why do you delay?" Horus asked, puzzled. "It has been a week, Lelouch. They are restless."

"And I am meant to sacrifice what may be the last few weeks I have with my family, because a few soldiers don't have any discipline?" Lelouch snapped. "They have waited decades, you tell me. They can wait a while longer, I should think."

Horus restructured his approach. Their meeting had been less than ideal, but he had at least learned something useful.

Family was important to his brother, obviously. Freedom as well. He hated what he saw as the Emperor robbing him of any choice, and he saw his home being brought into the fold of the Imperium as little better than enslavement. He saw their reunion as the destruction of everything he had built, not as the opportunity to build even higher that it was.

Horus spoke carefully. "They are your sons, Lelouch. They have waited decades, yes, but they have been here a week and they have heard almost nothing aside from the Emperor's announcement. It is important to speak to them here, on your home. There is symbolism in that. Let it become their home as well. They will follow you no matter what, but it won't hurt to make them want to follow you." He paused. "Unless you want your bitterness to infect them, as well."

Lelouch scowled. "You've made your point, Horus. Fine. I will meet with them. When and where?"

He shrugged. "They are your legion, brother, not mine. I would suggest tonight. It will need to be somewhere private, yet large enough to hold the Legion and their transports. The Emperor suggested to clear out a swathe of land on a nearby island. Kamine, it's called."

Lelouch snorted. "Of course. Where else?"

Horus frowned. "Is there a problem with Kamine Island?"

His brother sighed. "No, I suppose not. It makes an annoying sort of sense. Very well. Send the word throughout the Legion. Make a clearing on Kamine Island, and I will meet with them tonight."

Horus felt a weight leave his shoulders, one he did not know was there. Then this was not a completely fruitless effort. "I will," He told Lelouch, relieved.

"Horus?" Lelouch asked suddenly, catching him off guard. "What's…what's it like?"

He didn't need to ask for an explanation. "When I met our father…it felt like the beginning of my real life. Like a great veil had been lifted from my eyes, and only now did I begin to understand my purpose. When I met my sons…" Horus smiled softly. "It felt like coming home."

Lelouch paused in thought for a moment, before nodding. "Thank you. I think I'll stay here for a few minutes."

His brother turned from him, watching the ships of the Imperium ferry back and forth. "There is much to think on."

"Where's Nunnally?"

Suzaku glanced up. Cornelia stood before him, frowning slightly at the absence of the Empress. He nodded at the door beside him. "She's inside. Occupied with answering questions from leaders all around the world. Apparently there's a staggering amount of paperwork involved in a planetary takeover."

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Of course there is. There's always paperwork. What then, she asked you to guard the door?"

He nodded. "And to keep out anyone who might interrupt." He frowned. "But what about you? I thought you went with Lelouch to meet Horus?"

"I did," Cornelia said. "He went off to speak with Lelouch in private almost immediately. They spoke for a while, before he came back to fetch his soldiers and go back to his ship, I assume. Lelouch was sitting under a tree last I saw him, and I didn't want to disturb him." She paused. "It was the most relaxed I've seen him since he came back."

Suzaku nodded in understanding. It was…well, it was still difficult to truly believe. Even though he had stood right in front of him, the idea that Lelouch was here, that he was alive just seemed so alien to them both.

But he was, and none of them knew what to do about it.

He wanted to be angry. He was sure Cornelia felt the same. But the anger never came. He was far too tired for that. Almost a year of living as Zero had exhausted him, eaten away at his very being, whatever remained of it. Lelouch seemed to think he would hate him for surviving when he should have died, but he honestly couldn't care less anymore.

He was just glad his friend was here.

"Someone needs to speak with him," Cornelia said suddenly, breaking the brief silence. "And soon, before he leaves. We might not get the chance again."

"He's his own worst enemy in that regard, as always," He sighed. "I'm not sure he'd listen to us. He seems so utterly convinced that we blame him for his return, he's refusing to accept the idea that we might not." He frowned, less sure of himself now that he had put his thoughts into words. "You don't blame him for coming back, do you?"

She snorted. "Of course not. Our new Emperor made it clear who's responsible in that respect. I just…" She trailed off. "He won't speak to me. Or you, I assume. He won't explain himself. I don't need an answer for every one of his actions, but…" She shook her head. "I refuse to believe he simply killed Euphy. I may not know him as well as I once thought, but I know him well enough to know he could never do something like that, not without a damn good reason. You may as well tell him to kill Nunnally. But he won't even try to defend himself."

"He doesn't want to," Suzaku said. "Look at his death. None of you were with him, near the end. None of you knew the full plan, except for me and C.C. None of you saw how he was, out of the public eye. He was tired. Miserable, ready for it all to just be over. He never complained about what awaited him at the end, never wavered, never tried to get out of it. He went to his death happy."

"And that is what concerns me," Cornelia said. She bit her lip in thought. "Today," She decided. "One of us must go to him. Or both. This…this can't go on, not the way it has been. Not for our sake, and not for Lelouch's either."

He nodded. "There's something else I've been meaning to talk to him about as well."

"What?" Cornelia asked.

"Nothing that can't wait," Suzaku answered evasively. An idea of his, one that had wormed its way into his head and refused to leave. I still need more time to think on it anyhow.

"Not too long, hopefully. Lelouch will be leaving soon."

Suzaku frowned. That was another concern of theirs. "Do we know precisely when?"

Cornelia shrugged. "Not really. As long as Lelouch is able to drag it out, I'm sure. But time still moves on, unfortunately. Apparently Horus has convinced him to present himself before the Legion sometime tonight."

He nodded. "Then we still have a few more days, at least."

"A few more weeks in all likelihood," She clarified.

They fell into an awkward silence, not knowing what else to say to each other. Neither of them were ever close. Euphy and Lelouch were all that ever connected them. Since his death, Nunnally and Cornelia's own position in the new government made up the breadth of their interactions, and always with an undertone of dislike for him. Only now not because he was Japanese, but because he had been the one to kill Lelouch and take his place as Zero.

Things had changed. Lelouch was alive again, and Suzaku had no use for Zero any longer. It had never suited him anyway. Now they both just wanted answers.

He stood across from Cornelia, calmly waiting for Nunnally to finish her meeting. We'll get our answers, He swore to himself. And then…then we'll see.

For as much as Tokyo had changed since last she had seen the city, there was still so much more that remained the same. She doubted it would remain that way for long. The new Imperium had set forth at once, repairing the damage done from the detonation of the FLJEIA, and much more besides that. New structures built in the style of the Imperium were being erected, meshing the old with the new. Embassies, barracks and the like.

Still, Tokyo stubbornly clung to its identity just as it had the first time it was invaded and assimilated by a hostile empire. Although I doubt Lelouch will think about that for a moment. He'll focus only on the worst of it.

C.C. shook her head, sighing to herself. That boy was his own worst enemy. Britannia wouldn't have lasted a week against the Black Knights if Lelouch had spoken with a therapist or two. Then again, she was hardly much better back then. Perhaps that was a part of why they had grown so close. From the moment they had met, he had started to become more and more disillusioned, and she had in turn slowly learned to live again. There was an irritating sort of symbolism there.

Besides, Lelouch would have driven any therapist he met to suicide.

Her eyes fell on Ashford Academy, and a grin found its way onto her face. Those were good days, weren't they? The best she had lived in a long time. In a school of all places. She was sorely tempted to waltz her way in without a word. Would Lelouch be surprised? I doubt it. After all, it would be just like her to pop in out of nowhere. The others, though…

A soft smile found its way to her face. This was going to be amusing.

I really liked this chapter. Lelouch has had a week to ruminate on everything that's happened, and that initial burst of anger and frustration at his resurrection has begun to fade away, forcing him to face reality.

Of course, he's still rightfully pissed at the Emperor, that hasn't changed. But Vandred has been filling him in on what his Legion has gotten up to, and not all of it is as easy to hate as Lelouch would like.

The truth is that for all the process of turning a child into a space marine is horrific and brutal, and for all they are brainwashed, they are still, fundamentally, people (Warped, emotionally stunted people, but people). And Lelouch, for all that he claims to want nothing to do with the Imperium, is a fundamentally good person who wants to help people. And he feels responsible for his Legion everytime he is reminded that they bear his geneseed.

Now, onto the less pleasant stuff. I would have preferred just to PM the users, but as FFN does not allow authors to reply to Guest accounts, I have to address it here, though it will be edited out of the AO3 version.

To Robotech and the Guest viewer, I would like to ask both of you to please not argue with each other in the comments. If you wish to criticize the chapter, or compliment it, you are free to do so, and I appreciate both. But do not argue with other readers, there isn't any point to it aside from being unpleasant.

And to reiterate: When I said the Astartes were the main force of the Great Crusade, I did not say that they were doing all the legwork, or that they were the meat of the force. Not at all, that was the job of the Auxiliaries, who garrisoned and maintained the worlds brought into compliance, as well as brought into compliance thousands of worlds without any Astartes input whatsoever.

When I say Space Marines were the main force of the Crusade, I mean that the military was structured around them: The Legions were the driving force, the ones that spearheaded the Crusade, so to speak, leading the charge. They were supported by the auxiliaries and Titans, armed and armoured by the Mechanicum, and transported by the Navy, and the Primarchs were the highest authority in the Imperium after Emperor/Malcador/Valdor, at least until the High Lords were established.

I never said that Space Marines did all the work, and I apologize if it came across that way. The Great Crusade would never have succeeded if it didn't have EVERY aspect of it, Imperial Guard, Astartes, Navy, Mechanicum, etc. What I was referring to was that the Crusade was organized around the Astartes, with them leading the charge as the symbol of the Crusade. I hope that cleared everything up.

About Knightmares: I mentioned this a few times on AO3, but obviously if you're reading here, you wouldn't have any reason to be over there. Knightmares are highly advanced, and much more maneuverable compared to any other kind of mech the Imperium has access to. However, there are three factors preventing it from being a major part in this fic:

One, power. Knightmares are only able to be powered by Sakuradite, an already rare resource only found on Lelouch's homeworld. That makes it impossible to mass produce on a galactic scale, unless they used another power source, which leads us to point two.

The Mechanicum: Knightmares are already a drastic alteration to anything the Imperium is familiar with, and that will lead to friction with the Mechanicum in the future. But going out of the way to completely redesign the way they are powered goes against every Martian Creed, and the Imperium needs the Mechanicum. If it were so easy to mass produce mechs without pushback, it would have been done in canon by someone like Guilliman. (Which is the same reason I don't understand why it is assumed that Lelouch would just ignore the Legion of supersoldiers genetically designed to be loyal to him in favor of bringing down more trouble on his head for a less effective force. Again, if it were so easy, another Primarch would have done it in canon. Probably Guilliman, as he already did integrate mortal officers in leadership roles. But he still relied on the Ultramarines)

And three: I don't want to write about Knightmares more than I want to write about Space Marines. Now, Knightmares will play an important part in this fic, but they will serve more as an elite strike squad than anything else, and I'll leave it at that due to spoilers.

Thank you for reading, and something fun I just realized, the next chapter comes out on Christmas day! Happy Holidays to any who celebrate, and I will see you all next week! (Hopefully)

Next Chapter: Wednesday, December 25th