“Euphemia.” His tone is generous, despite the situation they’ve found themselves in on this island. It’s unfortunate, the circumstances that have led Lelouch to reunite with his half-sister, but in the end he is grateful to cross paths with her once again. She was always so kind, a smile permanently etched into her lips, a group of flowers held tightly between her hands. Sunflowers blessed her footsteps. Or so it had always seemed.

Nunnally adored her, and so Lelouch did too.

He sighs and pokes at the makeshift fire he’s tried to get going. The flame is weak, presumably because the firewood Lelouch had gathered is wet from the last night’s rainfall. Prod----prod. Smoke snakes into the air, albeit weakly.