[ For several weeks she lived a blissfully ignorant life, one with no knowledge of whatever issues plagued Lelouch on the day of their arrival. The story he gave was passable and did not need further details. She learned a great tragedy occurred on the day of SAZ and the hundreds of lives lost due to it, including that of her own.
She was blind to the reason and even more so how she died, but that was such a minor in the grand scheme when in the end peace was achieved despite it all. Her last memories recalled that peaceful explanation with Suzaku ensuring she did her part in saving all the Japanese. She left the world believing her hand in things brought about a massive change between that of the Japanese and Britannia. It was a comforting thought that let her find eternal rest easy. A rest disturbed by the Dream Width.
Lies were undone not purposely but on accident. It started with his arrival and the robes that told his fate. Her death sparked a chain reaction of unwanted events, one that led to the death of her brother, Lelouch. The details weren’t entirely clear only because she refused to indulge further. It didn’t seem necessary or important as she knew that path was likely riddled with choices she would never want to see him make. Or Suzaku, for that matter.
She could see and tell that the guilt ate at him every day with the manner he treated her and gave her the option that he could leave. She declined, of course, because that was foolish and assumed it was his guilt with his misdeeds. That his life of Zero made him unworthy, that was the only thing she could assume with that behavior of his. Whatever it was, whatever it might be, she wanted them to live a life that was not filled with daily agony, so she filled it with varied ways of joy and bliss. A simple life abruptly cut from them when familiar faces began to appear, a life put to ruin because she refused to hear. Because the truth had a way of slipping out even when she was the one running from it all along. It wasn't Lelouch that blocked the story, but her unwillingness to want to know.
And … the truth. It cut, it didn’t set her free. It burned, it didn’t make her feel relieved. It was the worst thing to hear and no matter how much she wished she could turn around and pretend she never came in. To pretend she never heard it, to act like it was not a word yelled. That the reason for her death was not because of illness or some other fatal accident, but because he killed her himself. ]
and then there was a book ... 1/2
She was blind to the reason and even more so how she died, but that was such a minor in the grand scheme when in the end peace was achieved despite it all. Her last memories recalled that peaceful explanation with Suzaku ensuring she did her part in saving all the Japanese. She left the world believing her hand in things brought about a massive change between that of the Japanese and Britannia. It was a comforting thought that let her find eternal rest easy. A rest disturbed by the Dream Width.
Lies were undone not purposely but on accident. It started with his arrival and the robes that told his fate. Her death sparked a chain reaction of unwanted events, one that led to the death of her brother, Lelouch. The details weren’t entirely clear only because she refused to indulge further. It didn’t seem necessary or important as she knew that path was likely riddled with choices she would never want to see him make. Or Suzaku, for that matter.
She could see and tell that the guilt ate at him every day with the manner he treated her and gave her the option that he could leave. She declined, of course, because that was foolish and assumed it was his guilt with his misdeeds. That his life of Zero made him unworthy, that was the only thing she could assume with that behavior of his. Whatever it was, whatever it might be, she wanted them to live a life that was not filled with daily agony, so she filled it with varied ways of joy and bliss. A simple life abruptly cut from them when familiar faces began to appear, a life put to ruin because she refused to hear. Because the truth had a way of slipping out even when she was the one running from it all along. It wasn't Lelouch that blocked the story, but her unwillingness to want to know.
And … the truth. It cut, it didn’t set her free. It burned, it didn’t make her feel relieved. It was the worst thing to hear and no matter how much she wished she could turn around and pretend she never came in. To pretend she never heard it, to act like it was not a word yelled. That the reason for her death was not because of illness or some other fatal accident, but because he killed her himself. ]