#impollutus

It had taken him far too long to track down Nunnally. She had been safely tucked away in one of the several safe houses littered throughout the simulated city, something that he is grateful for in spite of his animosity towards her. Lelouch’s last message to him still rung in his mind; he had to watch after her while war ravaged the city. Keep her and Euphemia safe, though he didn’t know where she could possibly be. Not dead, hopefully.

His heart beat erratically in his chest, horribly overworked from overusing his geass to just get here. It hurt, but there was little he could do about it other than accept it. There was no time to rest, no time to recover. Not with a war raging outside these walls.

"Hey..." Charming as ever. For all the good it has done to him.

     “Are you okay?”

☬ — He wasn't impressed by this city but it was clear that he had to find a better place to stay at because certainly he wouldn't live inside a box. But such a thought had time for later.  Right now the alabastrine was in search for a cafe to enjoy some cup of coffee with sugar perhaps. The strategist that he is; he finds a cafe quickly in the shopping area of alpha district.  He walks toward the cafe.

Habit, has him stare on his hand to watch the time. Usually he would be holding his cellphone but now it was gone. Scientists had taken that away from him upon his arrival and so he bumps into someone. Noticing the beauty in other, he looks a bit surprised but also helpless. Somehow he seems a bit insecure in front of the young lady. "Uhm..."

A small, furry animal ran up to the girl, the remains of food scattered around her mouth as she stared up at this person. Tilting her head to the side, she let out a small squeak, wondering if she had food.

He could kill her here.

This city is cruel, crueler than most he had stepped foot in. Nobody would suspect him, especially when he had just arrived within these simulated walls. Not many that did had a gun with them upon their first arrival, but this was not his first arrival. He had returned, the gun that he had stolen and ripped from the hands of the corpse of a police officer still within his possession. Nobody would suspect that he killed her, nobody will of seen it, he can make sure of that.

His gun remains where it is hidden away. His hands remain at his sides. Her death is what he wanted, so why did he...