Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

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He really had beat the rush. Suzaku found a chair as close to the corner and as far from the bulletin as he could, and turned it to face the wall before curling up in it. His nurse frowned at him again, but she was still being cooperative, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say in the slightest. He didn't care even if he got sedated. All he cared about was finally having a few moments to himself, to sort out what Euphie's love meant and what the hell Lelouch's problem was.

It felt like he had all the pieces of a puzzle and was just too stupid to figure out how they fit together. What Lelouch had said about Shirley at breakfast and the tone he'd taken with Euphie on the board, Lelouch asking how Suzaku was, Lelouch dying. . . "All we can do is move forward and look out for the ones we care about." Euphie struggling to get out her last words, pain overtaking Suzaku's consciousness while he fought pathetically to carry out Lelouch's order. . . The last couple days, when he'd felt like he was finally figuring this out, seemed so far away now.

There were a couple things that were certain, at least: he hated what Lelouch had done, he always would. But he -- he didn't hate Lelouch, and he hadn't for a while now, and that wasn't going to change. And he didn't have much time, because everyone but Suzaku was terrifyingly mortal. And Lelouch was an idiot, but he still wasn't sure about the how and why of that one yet.

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[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

The silence for that moment suggested that he'd hit a nerve but he didn't get any pleasure from it. He knew that he was a murderer, that he'd killed his siblings in cold blood to keep himself alive, but he would do it again if it came to it rather than allow the HRL to make more of them. At least he'd been able to choose what he wanted to do in some small measure.

He bit his lip in response to the question, wondering if he should tell her and how badly things could go if he didn't."2308, they're from 2308," he said quietly.

[madeinthehrl]

They--he'd said they. And he knew them, and they hadn't seen fit to post openly on the bulletin board and advertise their presence like she knew all of the aces would, which only left one option.

"Celestial Being, then." She didn't wait for a response; she knew what the answer would be. It wasn't fair at all, how all of her friends here seemed to have people they could trust from home and she already knew she was outnumbered. But she'd never been one to dwell on that. "How many of you are there?"

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Allelujah replied with a faint smile. There was no use hiding it when she'd already figured out that they were his people and not from the Earth Forces. It wasn't as though she had any chance of picking them out of a crowd either. He was the only one that she could recognise on sight. He hoped so at least. He spoke to enough people during the day at least that she might have trouble picking the others out from everyone else.

"Enough. They won't come after you. We're more interested in getting out of here. why do you need to know?"

[madeinthehrl]

"If you were outnumbered here, you'd want to know by how much as well." Soma eyed him, distrust and dislike still clearly evident on her face. "The truce extends to them as well unless they make the first move. I don't see a point in continuing the conflict until we return to our own world."

This was infuriating and irritating and a great deal of other emotions she couldn't find words for, but she knew it was necessary. She couldn't be watching her back all the time; Alle - E-0057 was evidently loath to attack her, but she couldn't honestly say the same for his comrades in arms. Not when she didn't know them.

[tender-cruelty.livejournal.com]

She had a point, he supposed, but he still didn't like giving away the only advantage that he had, well, besides the people he'd met here. He doubted that Badou would care about his history (he hoped not) and Homura certainly didn't. He had influence as well, commanding one of the clubs. Should he tell her how many there were? "If we have a truce, then it doesn't matter how many of us there are. They aren't interested in fighting you here. As you said, we have more important things to thing about here." Like staying alive and as uninjured as possible.