Lelouch echoed the small laugh (to reassure her, for the most part) and pulled his sister into another hug. "What terrors hide behind that innocent face of yours," he joked, kissing her hair again. "Yes, I'll try. I'll do everything I can, Nunnally." For you, but that part didn't need to be said. And... at least now, if he did die, they would both know it wasn't for lack of trying.

He held her silently for a few more moments, internally debating just how to go about moving the conversation forward. Making certain that Nunnally was comfortable was important, of course, as was setting her mind at ease about his future plans, but... the night wouldn't last forever. There was still the question of how he-- the Lelouch from her time had died, not to mention why he had felt compelled to use Geass on her. Schneizel, Suzaku, F.L.E.I.J.A., and the Black Knights were all pressing concerns as well, and... as much as he hated ruining this moment of relative peace, they couldn't remain in it forever.

"Nunnally," he said again at length, relaxing his hold on her only slightly. "I know this will be hard for you, but... can you tell me how it happened? Everything from the second battle of Tokyo to the time you were taken-- if I'm going to change it, I need to know all that I can." And more, but hearing this would give him a better idea of where to start.