... Uhn-
[ A stir, blurry gaze fluttering open. There was a pause- a moments silence in between a far off stare and the realization of a different surrounding. Now a startled gasp sprung out of the male's throat; hands flying out to each of his sides. His fingers curled against the surface, only to let his eyes fall to the ground
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The Britannian Empire?
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Of course. Are you unfamiliar with Britannia?
[ Which would be a little hard for him to imagine. It did take over one-third of the entire world, after all. ]
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[ Hmn. Oddd. ]
I could understand if you are ill informed about Britannia itself, but surely you must know something. [ Then again, this boy did look a little young. ]
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Two things cross his mind: if Euphemia could come from his past, could Suzaku be from his past? Being from the future doesn't seem entirely impossible either. And more importantly...
What is he going to think of Euphemia being here? The other boy is more emotional than he is, so who knows how he's going to react to it.]
Suzaku. The place you have arrived in is called Splendor.
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If it had been any other time, any different place recently, Suzaku might have actually acknowledged the other man's presence. But now... now hearing his polite speech made his stomach turn; made Suzaku nearly want to vomit.
How calm the other was. How Lelouch always kept his composer in the midst of everything shattering around him.
... Did he know about Euphie? ]
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Of course. Why wouldn't Lelouch want to see his own sister? To catch up on old times, to say hello, or maybe to apologize from shooting her in cold blood.
The thought made his heart sink. He tried not to remember it- to push the thought away from his mind- but now that everything was coming together he couldn't help but feel the tears beginning to dot the sides of his eyes.
Lelouch, Lelouch, Lelouch. ]
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This is what he hated the most about him. ]
You...
[ Of course he was going to ignore what you were saying! The sound in the back of his throat was harsh, and nearly as equal to his gaze. Sharp, deadpan, and a glare that could cut down a full army in one hateful slash. He was angry, but who could of guessed that? ]
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Sadly, I've never heard of anywhere called that. Are you a resident here?
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So tell me, were you brought here by a music box, too?
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