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Suzaku trembles, bleeds heavily, closes his eyes, and it's the—
incandescence of a F.L.E.I.J.A. warhead;
ashen, fading grin on Euphemia;
heat in Kururugi Genbu's dying stare;
words washed out of bedsheets;
Lelouch;
It's not real. How another Zero—Lelouch, Lelouch, Lelouch—thrones himself atop Suzaku, inside the Mahoroba Type-01 knightmare frame.
Lips, helmet-faces, caress.
SURVIVE.
