It didn't need to be said because the words always hung unspoken between them. For her. Always for her, even if she hadn't asked for it, didn't want to burden him with it. Even now in this place he was putting her ahead of other things, as Nunnally had noticed in a note on the bulletin earlier. But in this...maybe she could be a little selfish, if it meant she wouldn't lose him again.
But then as the silence became more comfortable, to the point she could almost pretend things were like they had once been, the words she'd been dreading shattered that moment's peace. Of course he'd want to know everything that had led up to his death; he was right, he had to know, if he was to change his future. Talking about it, though --
Nunnally stiffened slightly, her hand closing around a fold of the fabric of his shirt (dry, thankfully, though her memory and imagination supplied the feel of a different fabric, richer and heavier and sticky with cooling blood) as she turned to hide her face against his chest. "I...don't know all of it," she replied, forcing the words out despite her discomfort. He wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important.
"After the battle I was with...with Schneizel." Who, she knew now, had omitted several significant details from the reports she'd been given, and substituted outright lies in some places. Pendragon, for instance...she shivered lightly and continued. "I'm not certain exactly what happened, but Zero -- you, the Black Knights said you'd died, of injuries sustained in the battle. And for a while that...there was no other word."
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But then as the silence became more comfortable, to the point she could almost pretend things were like they had once been, the words she'd been dreading shattered that moment's peace. Of course he'd want to know everything that had led up to his death; he was right, he had to know, if he was to change his future. Talking about it, though --
Nunnally stiffened slightly, her hand closing around a fold of the fabric of his shirt (dry, thankfully, though her memory and imagination supplied the feel of a different fabric, richer and heavier and sticky with cooling blood) as she turned to hide her face against his chest. "I...don't know all of it," she replied, forcing the words out despite her discomfort. He wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important.
"After the battle I was with...with Schneizel." Who, she knew now, had omitted several significant details from the reports she'd been given, and substituted outright lies in some places. Pendragon, for instance...she shivered lightly and continued. "I'm not certain exactly what happened, but Zero -- you, the Black Knights said you'd died, of injuries sustained in the battle. And for a while that...there was no other word."