[ Indeed, Setsuna's gaze is reluctant to meet Suzaku's now, saddened as it is, full of hurt that he tries to hide, too. The denial of his own existence, the one he threw away in favor of a nobler cause. For Setsuna served a Requiem as well, and someone he loved had died to see it to fruition. He had been a sword to piece through the heart of a tyrant and he had seen the transformation of his world, but behind a mask. The watchful eyes of the Ptolemy, circling the world unknown, terrorists and heroes the world reviled. ]

He... couldn't live in that world he made. Lelouch couldn't—

[ Setsuna pauses, catches his breath, won't let that scant bit of emotion he still possesses to tumble out. ]

It's unfair. But it's also unfair that you're doing this to yourself. You know he hasn't given up on you, he still... he still believes, someday, you'll return.

[ He brings their joined hands to his forehead. He is not the sort to cry and he does not, but his voice wavers the slightest bit. ]

Someday, come back and see him. Please. Not as this Zero, but as the knight he loves.