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You've committed yourself, already. If you want to seek a second game, even that will not be with me. I have work to do and a charge to fulfill; you can't just pluck me up to toy with because you're re-watching the series and you see him somewhere.

- Zero

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[For just a breath she hesitates, a pause brief enough that most would never even notice, feeling the vast gulf between them in that simple greeting almost as though he had physically pushed her away. But Nunnally is quick to school her expression into a calm, gentle smile that shows nothing of her thoughts as she folds her hands in her lap.]

Is something wrong?

[The question might be almost laughable, should one step back and view the entire picture. Wrong? Of course. But there's nothing to be done but set things right, one small step at a time, as she intends here.]

[He builds that wall higher; surely it's doomed to fall, but... At least for a while, until he can wrap his head around everything, he needs it there. He straightens at her question, considers his options. How best to answer her? The obvious is that yes, there is something profoundly wrong, but that isn't the right answer. So instead, he breathes in, out, and answers her in an even tone flecked with faintest hints of affection.

Even now, he can't conceal that entirely in spite of his efforts.]

Nothing that can't be managed.

[How many steps will it take to right this, Nunnally? The rest of the world seems a less monumental task and by far the one more important. Besides, Zero can do little, having accepted his current position willingly--unless, of course, the relocation is the question. Something he's spared, in the end.]

Oh?

[Nunnally tilts her head slightly, the action almost bird-like— the habits of long years of blindness have yet to be entirely broken, and she still tends to listen to others first rather than look, turning an ear instead of her gaze. It's a habit especially useful when she can't bring herself to look directly at the one to whom she's speaking, as well.

Again she hesitates, but this time it's nothing to be hidden; she merely takes the moment to consider his words, weighing what lies beneath them and whether she dares delve farther.]

Do you need any help, perhaps?

[Little things he's grown used to seeing--as children, as a student at Ashford, as a Knight of Rounds. And it means that he knows full and well that she'll be difficult to lie to, or maintain a lie. In addition to audio cues, there are now visual cues she can utilize. Zero forces this air of calm and collectedness, no room for fidgeting or awkward shifts as outlet.

Really, it's manageable, but... There's been enough of Suzaku pulled at for him to feel as though he's wavering a little. So when he answers her, his usual control is harder to keep in place.]

No, but I thank you for your concern.

[It's probably best she not know, anyway...]

I'm always concerned about you.

[And since she's still carefully holding the pretense in place her tone gives no clue as to what she meant by that: it could be that she's concerned for her protector, the one she can always trust amidst the dangerous vipers of Britannian royalty, or the friend/brother who lies hidden behind his own masks. One hand lifts, hovering for a breath or two before coming to rest on the controls on the arm of her chair, edging it just a little bit closer to him.]

Are you going somewhere?

[Moments like these are those wherein it's all he can do to keep Zero as his face. Suzaku's inclination would be to speak gently and to tease her (not unkindly), telling her how she shouldn't be concerned about him; it's anyone who might wish to do Nunnally harm that should be concerned! He has the will of her big brother on his side, and where Nunnally's involved, it means mountains are easily moved. But after all that's happened, it would be questionable how much of that would lose meaning to her. So instead, as Zero, he angles his head downward to watch that movement--more out of demonstrating he's doing as much than anything else.

He can't exactly hide the smile that surfaces despite his best efforts.]

I'll do my best to give you no reason for concern. And at this point, I'm fortunately not going anywhere. A local "musebox", at most.

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