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A "Series Ending" FST.
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"When I Look at the World" - U2
So I try to be like you,
Try to feel it like you do,
But without you it's no use,
I can't see what you see
When I look at the world
"Summer, Highland Falls" - Billy Joel*
So we’ll argue and we’ll compromise
And realize that nothing’s ever changed
For all our mutual experience
Our separate conclusions are the same
Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
A reason coexists with our insanity
'Friends' was too strong a word to call them now, but 'accomplices' was too weak. Though they had reached an understanding of sorts, old wrongs and bad blood couldn't simply be ignored, not even for the sake of the Requiem. Though they had warred bitterly against each other, one simply didn't trust a plan like this to anyone.
He sighed and tilted his head back, watching the dying sunlight shift shadows across the wall. Why couldn't anything involving Lelouch ever just be simple?
The word is about, there's something evolving,
whatever may come, the world keeps revolving
They say the next big thing is here,
that the revolution's near,
but to me it seems quite clear
that it's all just a little bit of history repeating.
Despite the other Knights' opinions, despite the reports she'd caught glimpses of on the news, she had been holding out hope. So Lelouch was the Emperor, so what? She knew his theatrics, she knew his games, and even if he had hurt her, she knew it couldn't possibly be as bad as they were expecting, right? This was Lelouch, not his father.
Then the crash came from the area of the academy where the conference was held, and her fingers clenched on the controls of her Knightmare as that hope promptly was crushed by rage.
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure.
It had been such a simple decision to make. If humanity wasn't capable of policing itself into halting the supposed necessity for further conflict, either through diplomacy or fear, he would do it for them.
Some small part of him, the same part that had hoped his brother would ultimately prove himself worthy despite all his previous mistakes, was disappointed that it had come to this, but that small part was easily silenced. He would make this work.The consequences that seemed so insurmountable to his sister now would ultimately prove to be nothing compared to the future deaths that would be prevented.
He was sure of it.
This shattered dream you cannot justify
We're gonna scream until we're satisfied
What are we running for?
We've got the right to be angry
What are we running for?
When there's nowhere we can run to anymore.
There was no excuse for them, she told herself. All the promises, all the proclamations about justice and the rights of the people and either destroying the Empire or bringing it to the right side. All the deaths, all the betrayals, and for what? He truly had lied to them all.
Well, she kept her promises, she swore under her breath as she steeled herself for the coming fight. Knight of Goddamn Zero or no, she would be the one to make Lelouch pay for all the lies he'd told and all the lives he'd destroyed.
In 24 hours they’ll be
Laying flowers
In my life.
It’s over tonight.
I’m not messing, no,
I need your blessing,
And your promise to live free
Please, do it for me.
"The Show Must Go On" - Queen
I'll top the bill,
I'll overkill,
I have to find the will to carry on.
On with the-
ON WITH THE SHOW!
There was a considerable difference between knowing there was the possibility of dying on a certain day, and knowing definitively that these hours were going to be one's last. A cold, heavy weight had settled in his stomach, and for the briefest moment, he wished he could take this back. Could have done things differently from the day he'd taken the throne. But it was too late to do anything about now, and a plan was a plan. Swallowing thickly, he took a deep breath.
"My lord?"
He glanced up to find Jeremiah watching him in concern. Plastering a smirk on his face, he made his hands, hidden in his sleeves, unclench. "Shall we?"
The older man nodded, and he straightened, prepared now to give the most convincing performance of his life.
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence,
And nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star,
Lest we forget how fragile we are
Even though she knew his reasons now, rage and sorrow continued to mix into howling sobs, and when hands gently, insistently tugged at her, she only clutched her brother's bloody clothing tighter, burying her face into his unyielding neck. The idiot! How could he? How could he take on this stupidly grand gesture by himself?! How could it all have come this far?
Per the new Empress' wish, media and public weren't permitted at the funeral. The reporters weren't happy, and at the gates of the new palace, the protests raged, but in the chambers, the mourners stood silent, gathered as people who had known the young man lying before them not as the demonic Emperor, but as a human.
She was exhausted. Even with the help of her siblings, rebuilding the international trust that her brother had taken apart was mentally and emotionally draining, and despite how far they'd come, there was still a long way to go. As she carefully levered herself into bed and hugged her pillow tight, she couldn't help once again missing her old bed at the academy.
Letting out a slow breath, she closed her eyes, and her brother's warm voice and the laughter of their friends was waiting for her as she fell asleep.
When she'd been dropped off at the lodge, she'd requested hot chocolate and a chair, on his suggestion. Curling up in a chair near the window so she could watch the town's residents going about their business, she sipped absently at the steaming liquid and listened with half an ear to the radio by the bar. "You were right about her," she murmured as a newscaster brought word of the progress in Nunnally's treaties. "She will do quite well. But as for the chocolate I believe that the next place we stop at, I will have pizza instead."
He chuckled in her head, and she snuggled deeper into her chair, basking in the peaceful feeling.
"Who Is It (Bell Choir Mix)" - Bjork
Who is it - that never lets you down?
Who is it - that gave you back your crown?
And the ornaments are,
They're going around,
And I'm handing it over,
Handing it over,
Handing-"
"Bolero (Moulin Rouge Version)" - Maurice Ravel
I don't have a specific character for this one, I just thought that the style of the piece fits the breakneck way R2 suddenly sped up in the last handful of episodes.
*Note: I used a live version for this song, mostly because I preferred the vocals over the album version. If you find the live version a little too out of place compared to the rest of the mix and would like the album version, let me know.
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