Nunally's gaze drifted slowly upwards, into the brilliant blue sky. She smiled softly. "I suppose I should be grateful, then. After all, I've been given so much: my life, my royal status, my sight, my Geass, my immortality..."
"Those last two were not my gifts," Lelouch corrected her sharply. Stepping forward, he sighed, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Nunally... I never wanted you to be part of... this," he said, fingers drifting over the Geass symbol on his sister's forehead.
Nunally smiled. "It's all right. Sometimes things don't work as we would wish." She kissed him on the cheek. "It's not your fault, brother."
Lelouch embraced her tightly, drawing all the warmth and comfort of their long love to the forefront of his heart. When so much had changed, the constancy of Nunally was a desperately needed anchor. At last, he pulled away. "I have to get going," he said.
"I understand," his sister nodded.
"I promise I'll stay longer next time," he muttered apologetically. "And remember, call me whenever you wish. Someone will always speak with you." He smiled. "You don't need to be alone."
Nunally smiled back at him. "I know," she said gently. Her brother drifted past her and walked back into the shade of the castle. Nunally waited until he was a slight distance away before calling to him. "Ah, Brother!"