thekingsgambit | ITP: We make up for missing Mother's Day and Father's Day emo

[To most, a day of remembrance is a somber occasion. And Lelouch has already filled that requirement, having spent the majority of the day where he is now, in his room. For perhaps the second time, his laptop is closed and shunted to the side to make room for box containing Marianne's necklace. The box is open, although he has yet to touch it this entire time. Instead his attention is focused on an overturned jar of origami stars on the upper end of his desk. Some spilling onto the papers and schematics that crowd the desk's edge and tumble softly to the floor.

Another star bounces off his leg and falls onto one of pages already cluttered on the ground. Absently, his gaze travels to it, briefly reading the writing. Suddenly he jerks his head up from where he had been resting it on his palms, elbows doing their best to dig into the table. Lelouch snatches his jacket from the chair, not bothering with the mess he has made for the moment.

Eventually, he finds himself on a course only briefly trodden but one he has studied well enough to know his way. It helps that his destination is not a place. His walk is brisk and immediate, and it doesn't take him long to find what he's after.]

Should we be concerned?

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Why? That is not something you should need for me to explain.

You are afraid.

Edited 2008-06-24 01:29 (UTC)

What? Hmn. You are mistaken. There is nothing to fear.

Edited 2008-06-24 01:41 (UTC)

[Laughs in a choppy manner.]

You know the situation better than that, Cornelia. She was the strongest woman I have ever known.

Enough, Lelouch. This is not up for discussion.

Just as I thought.

It doesn't matter anyway...

... what doesn't matter?

[He lowers his eyes and gives a rough sigh while clenching his right elbow, arms still crossed.

Never mind. You wanted to return, didn't you? I don't want to broach you limits.

No. It is too late for "never minds." I will not leave matters where they presently sit. And as for you? Allowing yourself to be difficult will accomplish nothing! We have already established more than enough battlefields. Do you actually wish to create another this evening?

[He snarls his next words without facing her, nearly shaking with... rage?]

None of this matters! It won't change anything! And you can't either. All you can do is delay.

[His voice drops and he takes an involuntary step backward, clearly unsteady.]

. . . It's impossible to protect what matters...

Edited 2008-06-24 12:24 (UTC)

[Speaks more sharply than she intends and with a slight, bitter discomfort to her voice.]

You cannot think that way. Greater men and women have reduced themselves to ruin humouring similar beliefs.

It is not a mere belief. You... you do not understand.

If that's what you believe, then it would seem you're the one who does not understand.

Tch!

You truly believe you are untouchable, do you?

Hmn. A foolish belief for any soldier to hold.

Eloquent words. But I question their sincerity.

Edited 2008-06-25 02:19 (UTC)

Oh? Do not trick yourself. There's nothing to question.

What I believe is not important. It does not change what is.

And what is that?

That your actions will never be enough.

I see. So then you have chosen to become a defeatist?

[Oho! You have gained one headsnap to the side and one very angry and perhaps slightly desperate look.]

It's not like that! You are ignorant to the extent of the situation -- I am through with discussing this!

No. You are not leaving yet. Come. Disregard what I said earlier and enlighten me.

Figure it out for yourself. This won't be my burden.

[Walking a few sharp paces away and shaking his head fiercely.]

I don't know why I came here. It's as you said. You can't give me what I want. You can't...

Edited 2008-06-25 04:06 (UTC)