[ This hurts. On a different level of pain from her sister who she missed more than life itself. Yet this pain was brutal because of the state Suzaku was in. Tears, he was in tears. And for a moment, her memory jolts just for a second when she last recalls that. A brief memory. A somber memory. The last time she recalls this she couldn't see his face at all. All she had was his voice. That strained, pained voice. Just like right now. No wonder he sounded like that on that uneventful day.

He was crying when she passed. ]

...Suzaku. [ Manners and properness be damned because even if he was Zero, there was no reason she couldn't throw her arms around his neck for a sudden and impulsive embrace. Can she at least have that? It will likely be the only time it might be permitted from the way things were shaping out. ]

It's okay. We can go to school now. I enrolled in a school, and ... and we can finish school together maybe? Wouldn't that be wonderful?