[ A trip to the library was necessary to gain a little more knowledge of the details of her soon to be career choice as a nurse. That and of course preparing for whatever studies were to come when she began school in a few weeks. There was quite a bit to look forward to even if the current situation was a bit grim. Yet Euphemia was confident this little mishap would smooth over within a few days, all she needed was a chance to show Cornelia that Lelouch meant well here. Here, at least. She doesn't know what he was back at home after her story there ended. But she knows that beyond all else, he means well, if only because of Nunnally.
And yet when she arrived at the door she can already hear the voices just outside. Low, at first, but familiar enough. Lelouch? Lelouch was here? So they were speaking. This was a good thing! It meant that they were going to work out their issues and it would not need her hand after all. She quickens her pace to the door and stops just before it, ready to enter and encourage them to set aside their differences.
Yet what she hears at the other side is so loud that not even the door can block it. The words shouted by her sister filled with a passionate rage she is all too familiar with hearing. At least towards others and usually when she suspects she can't hear. It's not the tone that stuns her, however, but the words spat.
Died. In agony. By his hands? The words stun her but ... it's just like her to assume that Lelouch was involved in her death. That simply wasn't true, he told her himself that they protected the Japanese from whatever terrible deed her brother apparently 'miscalculated' on. She needed to correct her which is why she gently pushed the door open to confront her sister and correct the misunderstanding made.
1/God I don't even fucking know why number it....
And yet when she arrived at the door she can already hear the voices just outside. Low, at first, but familiar enough. Lelouch? Lelouch was here? So they were speaking. This was a good thing! It meant that they were going to work out their issues and it would not need her hand after all. She quickens her pace to the door and stops just before it, ready to enter and encourage them to set aside their differences.
Yet what she hears at the other side is so loud that not even the door can block it. The words shouted by her sister filled with a passionate rage she is all too familiar with hearing. At least towards others and usually when she suspects she can't hear. It's not the tone that stuns her, however, but the words spat.
Died. In agony. By his hands? The words stun her but ... it's just like her to assume that Lelouch was involved in her death. That simply wasn't true, he told her himself that they protected the Japanese from whatever terrible deed her brother apparently 'miscalculated' on. She needed to correct her which is why she gently pushed the door open to confront her sister and correct the misunderstanding made.
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