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[Well well well. If it isn't his beloved accomplice. She's a bit late, admittedly, fortunate enough to not be in the game he's enduring. But he's died and now supposedly is back from the grave.

Is this C.C. even his? Or is she one from an alternate timeline or reality? Either way, for once, she's more a welcome sight than not. A part of him misses their banter, their deep conversations, philosophical questions and constant pressing on each other's mental complexes.

For now he's content with just saying hello.]

You're a difficult woman to grow bored of. Your mum must be especially hard to please if she's done so in the past.

[ Beloved accomplice, eh? Not that she'll complain about being referred to as either, even if the former might earn some skepticism. But C.C. isn't late, is never late, simply does things on her own time, and the fact that Lelouch has yet to learn this is living proof that he is, indeed, still just a troublesome boy.

His or not, all Lelouch earns is a lazy shrug of her shoulders, a passing glance and nothing more. She's quite accustomed to seeing you here, Lelouch, so don't expect a hero's welcome or anything similar. You're just another face in the crowd. Deftly ignoring that mum comment, by the way. That's just unnecessary, princeling. ]

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

[Sarcasm has its place, my dear. And of course you're late and he's terribly punctual -- though somehow you always manage to show your face right in the nick of time.

Of course he doesn't expect anything more or less of her. She wouldn't be C.C. if she actually acted pleased about seeing him after all that, it's bit of a betrayal, he imagines; so, he could hardly blame her if she was even a little disgruntled. He only hoped she hadn't cried for him.

That would be entirely too upsetting for him to picture. She's got some humanity ,though, more than he does (probably).]

Would you prefer an insult instead?

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[ Terribly punctual, and terrible in plenty of other ways, too, but they won't go into that now. If he's going to remain civil, so will she, and even flash a slight smile in exchange for his efforts to entertain. Or to be sarcastic, she's never quite sure, but hey, no one ever said she couldn't compromise when she (had to) wanted to. ]

Assuming you could even manage one.

[ Gaze wandering back to his, slow like molasses but no less catlike while she lounges. ]

What's brought you back? Something on your mind?

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[Entertain you? What makes you think he's not so selfish this is to entertain himself? It's been droll so far, being trapped in an underwater prison after his death and he's plotting a great many things in light of it. Afterall, there are some things that simply should not be toyed with.

Death is one of them. It made it almost feel meaningless he'd given his life now that he had it back.]

You know I'm very capable.

[But he doesn't want to, rather, he's no interest in actually hurting her feelings (and he really could if he wanted.)]

You'll have to be more specific, I'm afraid. Something on yours?

[ Of course, of course, false alarm. Perhaps she really had been apart from you for too long. Prisons weren't suitable homes for either of them, she knows that much, but... well, you'll have to divulge if you want her ever so helpful counsel on that. A witch she may be, but a mind reader she is not. ]

Capable enough, I'll give you that.

[ She doesn't doubt it, nor would she challenge him to do so. Yet it's never wise to make such challenges without considering the consequences beforehand. Surely Lelouch understands that well. ]

No more than usual. [ Quirking a smirk. ] Why? Worried about me?

[So you have. And so has he. Honestly, he hates to admit himself he's even grown fond of your company -- which is why it is sorely missed. You're one of the few he can talk to that are on par with him. On his level, so to speak, an equal... not a pawn. ]

You wound me.

[His tone is dry (still bordering on sarcasm). Too much has been on his mind as of late -- and he knows he can talk to her about anything. Whether or not he will is another matter entirely.]

I see. [His eyebrows would raise at that if he wasn't in such a mood.] You seem as though you're quite alright. Should I be?

[ Nothing wrong with admitting you're human, Lelouch, it's something she very much envies you for, that limited life span, the capacity to feel intensely, if not always pleasantly. But her gratitude is endless for ranking higher on your little board. Really. Can't you see how grateful she is? ]

No more you than me.

[ Dryer still, and definitely sarcasm, or at least as sarcastic as anything coming out of her mouth could ever be. But she knows that look and knows that mood, and so sits up, unfurling herself from her near fetal position. She makes no gesture for him to join her on the couch, yet doesn't have to. Much is unspoken between them because much doesn't even need to be said. ]

You can make that determination for yourself, Lelouch.

You're no longer a child, after all.

[ A boy, maybe, in certain mannerisms, certain tantrums he's privy to, but no child. ]

[Why envy such a thing? You were human once, too, weren't you? But he's so much more prone to fits of emotion than other people, he thinks, most of which is intense (albeit somewhat short-lived on some accounts) and tiresome. Emotions are what drive humans to do the things they do.

It's a little frightening, really, what one could do when controlled by them.]

You do seem well. [He admits slowly, staring off at nothing for just a few seconds before his gaze drifts to her. His brows furrow a little -- an invitation? He almost doesn't want to take it. But it doesn't mean that he's admitting defeat by doing so.

So he comes and joins her, he doesn't lean back, instead he leans forward and rests his elbows against his knees. He threads his fingers and looks thoughtful opposed to offended. His eyes still go to focus on her.]

No, I'm not. I stopped being a child a long time ago, I think. That aside, what time and reality are you from?

[He feels tired but he doesn't want to divulge something that could potentially alter her timeline either.]

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[ Once upon a time, but like all fairy tales, even the good things in life—especially the good things in life, mortality being one of them—must come to an end. Emotions are volatile beasts, powerful ones, but ones that separated men from the actual animals.

But all men are animals, aren't they, Lelouch?

She grins, a little, watching the invisible gears in his head turn. ]

Snow doesn't melt when it's cold.

[ Code words for this is the season in which I flourish, chilly, mysterious. Golden eyes track his sinuous movements easily, the little messages hidden in his body language that precious few see, the messages she's long since memorized. ]

Can't you tell?

[ C.C. always feels tired. Nothing he says or does will change that, but in the interest of avoiding conversational stagnation (or pushing him too far), she'll give him a small hint. ]

Your Majesty.

[They didn't all live happily ever after, either. Things do need to come to an end, he understands that, understands the balance and understands the cost of keeping it. He paid it once and he'd pay it again gladly if it was necessary.]

Hn.

[Is the only small sound she gets. It's one of acknowledgement, at least, that he understands what she meant -- but even when he tries he's not in the right mind-set of thinking up a comeback for it.

Your Majesty.

That's the part that makes his head turn and he stares at her for several long moments -- he smiles and then it fades, he seems a little sad and not at all willing to tell her the outcome of things.

She knows what's going to happen. And all the same, he can tell her anything -- nothing can truly change what they're planning and he doesn't think she'll really want to, either, even if she had the means.]

Not anymore, I'm afraid. [He's relieved, he exhales and then slowly leans back to rest against the sofa.] So there's no need to call me that, even in jest -- just 'Lelouch' is fine.

[It's bit of a dreadful silence that hangs between them for longer than he'd like.]

Forgive me, I'm a bit out of sorts currently.

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[ It really depends on your definition of happily ever after (with emphasis on the happily). But the world he'd sought, the world he'd fought for, gave his life for, was happy. And for the sake of the Requiem and the sake of atoning for all that led to it, that is enough.

He is a handsome young man when he smiles, and it's a shame it disappears so quickly, but C.C. doesn't dwell upon it, simply tilts her head, emerald waves of hair cascading down a narrow shoulder, white as snow. An inquisitive expression etched upon her features, a flash of curiosity. ]

I thought I told you before I don't joke.

[ Which in itself may very well be a joke, but her lips are sealed. She'll let the silence come and go, as is His Majesty's way. ]

I'm listening.

[ If you wish to speak, that is, the words slip silently between them. ]

[ Not the first time and unlikely to the be the last, though the spark of curiosity is returned with the briefest glimpse of a smile. Hello again, little emperor. It takes her only a moment or so to recognize you as hers. ]

Indeed. A promise.

[And he hoped that it would remain that way for a few hundred years at least. Long after his body had rotted away and all those he knew passed on. But hope was a fragile thing to cling to and he knew better than to put stock in it.

C.C. is a very beautiful woman even if she's cold. No, not just cold. Jaded. One who's as longlived as she is would become that way quickly, no doubt and he didn't like thinking about the things she'd witnessed. He'd seen them as well.

In a fairytale, she would have been the beautiful princess whose hand was sought after by all the land. In the same fairytale, she was the witch they tried to burn at the stake for her ability to make them love her.]

You're not very good at lying, you know.

[Why does that make him smile again? Hn.]

It worked, if that's what you want to hear. However, the place I'm currently in... well, I suppose the devil himself couldn't have devised something better. An underwater prison where even those who have died are drawn from worlds and eras one could hardly come up with in their dreams.

[And you know where this is going.]

The resident God deems it so.

[Saying that sounds silly. Why? Because he never truly believed in an all powerful being capable of doing anything remotely similar. But he thinks it might be punishment.]

There is no escape and the residents are not willing to divulge anything of use. Even with my Geass I've gleaned nothing.

[ Rotting away in a nameless grave, with none to mourn but the man he'd installed to take his place... now that is a disturbing thought, though she won't let it show, much as she refuse to let anything else show, save the fleeting furrowing of her brow.

Yes, Lelouch. She is worried about you, but she won't say it out loud. Doesn't have to, remember? Yet even beautiful princesses have their weaknesses, fire and brimstone aside. ]

I never said I was.

[ You just assumed, you silly boy, and... oh, new topic. She'll follow along, then, putting the pieces together as he explains. ]

Gods again, eh?

[ Another shrug, this one almost callous. ]

So overthrow them, if you don't like the way of things. Isn't that what you're good at? A king leading his subjects to war.

[ Treasure it now, because it's gone before he has any chance to analyze it further. And of course, Lelouch, we understand. His Majesty still has his reputation to uphold, despite the fact he is rotting in the ground. No excuses... ahem, justifications necessary.

Oops. Maybe justifications are even worse.

C.C. stares at him for awhile, unblinkingly, perhaps a form of regard that has become her trademark over the (many, many, many) years. ]

You really want to know?

[ Rude is making the assumption she'd ever say that out loud and rudely picking these brackets apart, Lelouch. Passive-aggression just got Schneizel enslaved for eternity, do you really want to start a war with the witch that made it happen? Thought as much, pretty boy.

She just smiles, more cryptically than before, through slightly narrowed eyes. Too smart for your own good, sometimes, but because of that, you'll get what you're after, if only this once. ]

To stay.

She promised to stay.

[You should be. He thinks he may be going mad. Perhaps this place is the hell that whatever higher power there was deigned to put him in. He supposed he deserved it, were that the case, but of course he'll fight it. What makes you think he'll simply lay down and let whatever self-righteous being there is trample on him?]

The difference between then and now was that... I knew Britannia, I knew their weaknesses and their strengths. This God has none that I can exploit yet. And you're also forgetting that I had the Geass to use effectively then. As it stands now, if my calculations are correct, I can only withstand using it twice a week and some of the residents are immune.

[This has turned into a very serious talk he didn't want to have.]

I will act but not without establishing myself a bit more first.

[He pauses, bringing his fingers to the bridge of his nose and pressing there -- a migraine caused by stressed is coming on.]

I don't want to lead another revolt, C.C.. I've done my part... I should be allowed my chance to rest.

[ Thinks? Dear, not to be rude (unlike a certain other Lelouch below), but you boarded that train a long time ago. Not that she questions what he's going through is awful, but sanity, or lack thereof, should be the least of his concerns.

As C.C. listens, she sympathizes less and less; all she hears is excuses. Allowed to rest, certainly, especially after what he'd done, but at the same time... ]

So don't complain.

[ C.C. sags against his shoulder, a soft weight, resting her chin atop Cheese-kun's squishy head. ]

Plan. Strategize. Play your little games, like you always do. Then act.

[ Peering at him sternly from the corner of a single eye. ]

But in the meantime, moping won't get you anywhere.

[ You should already know the answer, Lelouch, even if you pretend not to care. You always did wear your emotions on your sleeve, masks and disguises and faces that weren't aside.

If C.C. catches that trace amount of guilt, she doesn't comment on it, blinks once, twice, thrice at him instead, golden eyes as unreadable, opaque as they always are. ]

Why are you telling me that now?

[ There's a disconnect between what he's saying and what he's not, the words unspoken in the face that isn't—or just might be, as it's far more earnest than she remembers.

And that is a cause for true concern. ]

[There's madness and then there's... well... madness. Certainly he'd done things in the past that easily put him in a category he'd rather not really think about (yet he's forced to because of this damned woman). He wasn't looking to beg for pity or sympathy.

But a little understanding might have been nice.]

You wanted to hear it, remember that.

[His tone turns sour then. Forget it, she's a witch, not a princess and he might as well forget he had any fondness at all. He's remembering why he gets so irritated at everything she does.

She's right to an extent, of course. That might be why. And he's offended.]

Moping?

[Of course he's not in any state of mind to accept being reprimanded by you of all people. He's tense again.]

Do you think I won't? Just because I do not want to do something doesn't mean I won't. I always do what must be done.

[ There's a difference between being understanding and being empathetic, and the space in C.C.'s heart (heh) is limited for both. It's not hard to see she's upset him, though, and so she will look over more fully now, turning her head. ]

Hearing and listening are two different things.

[ Another difference he apparently hadn't learned. Not that she hadn't been hearing. She just, again, processes things at her own speed.

A hand skims the length of the arm that's grown stiff, and her tone softens a bit, but that is all. Sugarcoated honesty is not what you come to C.C. for, Lelouch, or at least that had been her understanding. This is simply the cutting nature of the truth undisguised. ]

Then I have faith in you to do what must be done, Lelouch. As always.

[ As always, it is.

She smiles again, but this time, it is warm, and almost, almost friendly. ]

Just who do you think I am, anyway?

[ Of course I know, you silly boy. ]

[Kallen remembers talking to this C.C. before, though it's been months since their last encounter and her memories of their conversation were rather vague. Or perhaps it's that way out of choice? Who knows.]

Who could possibly be bored of you?

[Leave it to Kallen when it comes to displaying sarcasm.]

[ Who knows, indeed, but C.C. is smirking to herself nonetheless. ]

I can't imagine.

[ Leave it to C.C. to give precisely zero fucks about it, either. ]

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