Although someone had to have been responsible for cleaning the blood off of his skin last night, Lelouch was looking forward immensely to the chance to take a shower. For one, he was convinced the scent of it still clung to his skin (and felt nauseous whenever he thought about it), and for another, it just didn't feel like he'd actually bathed if he couldn't remember it. Besides, showers were infrequent enough in this place; it was best to enjoy them when they came about.

He let out a quiet sigh as he stepped into the shower room, and although the new uniform gave him a bit more trouble than he would have liked (this would have been easier if he'd been the one to put it on in the first place, he was sure of it), he was relatively quick to shed it, get under a showerhead, and turn on the water. After this, he'd need to head tot he Sun Room for his... interview, he supposed he should call it, with Javert. That was simple enough, assuming that he could think of a convenient way to gloss over his Geass. One already existed in the form of the "confession" he'd been forced to give during his early days here, but he wasn't certain that Javert would accept it. It would be a start.

It was only after he'd finished his shower and had his towel around his waist that he noticed something odd about his reflection, and he grew still, hair dripping into his eyes. That wasn't... no, it had to be hadn't it? He swept his bangs aside, turned his back more fully to the mirror, and craned his neck to look at it.

... Well.

Scowling, he resumed drying himself off before going to fetch his clothes. At least now he had the last piece of the puzzle. It wasn't much of a consolation, but it was better than nothing.

[To the Sun Room.]