Nunnally did her best to focus on the information she was given, glancing toward the walls indicated on the map as he spoke. It seemed so surreal, though -- monsters wandering outside the grounds, waiting to attack the unwary? No more so, though, than the idea of people being kidnapped to another world, of course, just in a different way. Not that she was about to go exploring the grounds herself; other people more able to do so could take care of that. All she could do was correlate the information given, when it could be obtained.
She shook her head slightly to dismiss that train of thought as he offered the journal with the list she'd asked about, but found it difficult to focus on the writing. It wasn't just the dim light or her slow reading comprehension, but -- everything. The fact that Lelouch had given it to her. That this was his handwriting on the page, his voice in her ears.
"You've been busy," she replied after a pause, running a fingertip across the words Haninozuka Mitsukuni (a familiar name, there; interesting coincidence that she'd spoken to him) as though expecting to read them like Braille. Of course he was busy. Lelouch was always busy, planning and preparing and carrying out what he thought would be best for everyone, even...even when she'd rather he hadn't. Not in that way.
She hesitated again, then lifted her eyes to meet his. "If everyone shares their information, then it's more likely we can find a way home, right? It's important, isn't it -- returning home." If he did, though, would he proceed with the same plans as before? How much time did she have to convince him otherwise?
Re: F23
She shook her head slightly to dismiss that train of thought as he offered the journal with the list she'd asked about, but found it difficult to focus on the writing. It wasn't just the dim light or her slow reading comprehension, but -- everything. The fact that Lelouch had given it to her. That this was his handwriting on the page, his voice in her ears.
"You've been busy," she replied after a pause, running a fingertip across the words Haninozuka Mitsukuni (a familiar name, there; interesting coincidence that she'd spoken to him) as though expecting to read them like Braille. Of course he was busy. Lelouch was always busy, planning and preparing and carrying out what he thought would be best for everyone, even...even when she'd rather he hadn't. Not in that way.
She hesitated again, then lifted her eyes to meet his. "If everyone shares their information, then it's more likely we can find a way home, right? It's important, isn't it -- returning home." If he did, though, would he proceed with the same plans as before? How much time did she have to convince him otherwise?