[A voice at the back of Cornelia's mind had once insisted on something similar; it had told her that Lelouch had loved Euphy once, almost as fiercely as he loved Nunnally, and therefore he would never have intentionally caused her such extreme harm. It was soothing in its simplicity, in its innocence. As she struggled to deal with Euphy's death, Cornelia had subconsciously sought to escape as much of her pain as possible, and centering the brunt of her hatred and her aggression on Geass had helped in the smallest of ways.

But that was before she heard him confess; it was before she knew how far he was willing to go to fulfill his purpose.]

You would dare lie to me now?

[Her tone is sharp, biting, every damned word like sharpnel flung from the explosive force of her anger.]

You would dare attempt to convince me that it was nothing more than a mistake? Why?

[A seething pause. She doesn't want him to assume that her doubts are baseless.]

I heard your confession, Lelouch. It told a much different story about what truly happened that day.