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Lelouch was on the verge of breaking down.
Another innocent blood was spilled from his step forward towards his goal. Everything was becoming a means of an end. Everyone who opposed him, begged him for mercy, dueled with him, and those who allied themselves with him - their words echoed in his head. Their frantic, vile, confused voices.
And there comes his sister, Nunnally's voice too. His key motivation for moving forward. It all hurt his head. He wanted to rip out his brain and rend it to pieces because no matter how hard he covered his ears, he could not block out their words and expressions from his memory.
Now, he loitered here, in a large, empty hardware made of corten steel, his Knightmare staring back at him. He was on a desperate pause, not knowing how to proceed. The mask he wore to conceal Lelouch and reveal Zero lay on the ground, uncertain whether it wanted to be picked up or discarded.
He was a mess. And right now, he didn't know how to *not* be one.
And then he heard something shift inside the abandoned premise he thought he was alone in, making his head rise in alarm. His chest was violently beaten by his heart.
He was Lelouch right now, not Zero. And Lelouch was always more vulnerable than Zero, so he had something to lose this time.
He called to the darkness, voice raspy and shaky. "Who's there?"
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