Courtyard [somewhere!] Intro

[forthward]

Disorientation wasn't really something new to Nunnally, though the introduction video had been very informative and clear on what was going on. Why it was going on was another matter entirely, and she was just a little confused and worried. What... was she going to do now? There was no one around that she knew, even if she's seen some familiar names on the player list, or so she thought. Actually, at the moment, there wasn't a soul in sight at all, and it was slightly off putting, after the very cheery video.

...it didn't help much that most entrances to the buildings had stairs, so she was pretty much stuck outside. Sitting in a wheelchair was never convenient.

"Oh... what should I do now? I don't even know where to go."

[ooc: prose entry but I'm going with either prose or action in tags o7]

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... that voice. It'd been years since she heard it last, and it'd been his dying moment and it couldn't be possible for her to hear it now. Wide eyed, she looked around, bewildered and surprised, before finally catching sight of the figure hurrying down the stairs...

"B... big brother..." there wasn't much else she managed to say, so settling for staring worked for now. Sort of. But this wasn't possible. Her brother was dead. She'd seen him die-- she gripped the sides of her chair with slightly trembling hands. Either she was hallucinating or someone was playing a cruel trick on her.

[veepofchess]

Her distress was obvious when he got closer. He closed the gap and reached for her hands. "Nunnally, what is it?" he pressed. If Euphemia was here, then it was not altogether surprising that Nunnally could be too.

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"H-how... are you here?" she managed to get out, swallowing in-between erratic breathing. "Y-you... I saw how... you can't be real--" But his hands covering his felt very real, and she stopped at that, staring down before returning to look at his face. She could feel her eyes burning slightly from repressed tears. This couldn't be true. How could it be true?

[veepofchess]

"I'm here, Nunnally," he told her. He reached out with a comforting hand and ran it over her hair at the side of her head, bringing it to a rest on her shoulder. "I'm really here." He pulled her hand to his chest, so she could feel his beating heart. A dramatic gesture, yes, but this is Lelouch we're talking about.

Had she thought he'd died in the explosion as well? If she was this upset, there was no doubt she'd remembered it. How cruel of this place. To take away other memories, but to leave one that upset Nunnally this much.

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"B-brother... I didn't want anything else than staying with you. I never asked for you to--" but choking on her own words proved it a bit difficult to keep talking. It'd take a while longer to actually say what she wanted to say.

But how did he... he didn't seem like he understood what had happened... was he a ghost?

[veepofchess]

"And we're here together, aren't we?" he told her. "Just like at Ashford. We don't have to worry about the war anymore. It's just you and I again." He reached up to brush some of her hair aside. "Now the whole world gets to enjoy those beautiful eyes of yours."

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"B-Big brother..." there wasn't much right now that could stop her from crying because this was... at the same time too cruel, but also a relief, and something she never thought would've happened ever again. And the fact that the person she was leaning against might be someone trying to trick her was of no real matter right now, because it felt real and that just made it all the more heartbreaking.

...and more difficult to place feelings, it seemed, because she didn't know if she was happy or sad or angry or all at the same time.

[veepofchess]

He stopped talking then, and just held her, to let her get her emotions out. He wasn't sure why this was so upsetting to her, but as for himself, he reveled in being able to hold her close again. To know that she was alive and well was a great gift that this place had given him. It did not lessen his hatred for it, however.

[forthward]

"Y-you didn't have to-- I never asked you to-- it wasn't supposed to be that way," she got out between hiccups.

[veepofchess]

This just wasn't making sense. He couldn't attribute her heartbreak to any particular event. She'd died that day in Tokyo. Or had she? Had Schneizel gotten her out in time? He was certainly capable. But then what had happened? Was it the death of the Emperor? Had she still held love for the man? It would be heard for him to imagine using such an emotion for the man, but with Nunnally, it was possible.

Or had it been something involving him? Somewhere in the memories taken from him laid the answer. This would explain the behavior of some of the others as well. This opened up a wealth of possibilities. It was clear a decision he had made had broken her like this, and for her to be this hurt, there were limited possibilities. But one had been most likely. He'd sacrificed himself.

"Everything I have done," he started, his voice quiet, but unwavering. "Has been with the final goal of creating a beautiful, peaceful world for you, and everyone else we love."

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Nunnally stared up at him. She wasn't sure if he knew what she was talking about, but he certainly made it clear that his explanation now had to do with the same matter.

"I never asked for big brother to do that! I was-- I was happy as we were..."

[veepofchess]

"You deserved better than what we had. We both did," he insisted. Of this, he would not be dissuaded.

[forthward]

"T-that... that didn't mean you had to... to die...!"