[Lelouch's insistence on having his questions answered first doesn't surprise her; neither does his manipulative attempt at coercing her cooperation. She leans back in her chair and cocks her head to the side, considering him. The power of ultimate command suits him well, given how poorly he fares when he lacks an advantage. Similar taunts breed on the tip of her tongue but logic keeps them in place. If this conversation is to become a battlefield, it won't be because of her.]

What remains for me to say, Lelouch? It's clear that your death was by your own design, and the rest should be obvious considering the company I currently keep.