Lelouch went very, very still when he heard that voice. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised that Euphy wasn't the only one from their world that had been brought to the institute, but of all the times that the fake could turn up, this was the worst. It was almost ironic that someone with his power could have such a horrible sense of timing, but then what the fuck else was new?

Trying and failing to keep his expression neutral, Lelouch turned his head just in time to see Rolo bounding over and looking for all the world like the innocent Lelouch thought he had been during the year they'd spent together. An innocent, like Nunnally, who had needed as much nurturing and protecting as Lelouch could give him when in truth, he was nothing more than a venomous little serpent poised to strike at a moment's notice. That year, that stolen year, should have belonged to Nunnally, not to this impostor, and after seeing his sister only yesterday--

Rolo was talking. Lelouch was only half-listening, his narrowed gaze resting on his "brother's" hated face and picking apart every feature that was wrong. His eyes were too small, his eyebrows too thick, his hair too dark, his forehead too wide-- Lelouch couldn't find a single detail that wasn't somehow out of place. And then there was his voice--

"Rolo," he said softly, having just as much trouble keeping his tone even. Differences from Nunnally aside, what he had done to Shirley-- God, and this was what Lelouch had to greet him in the morning? If he said a single thing-- "When did you get here?"