[A quiet, crowded building is useful for far more than the information contained within. It is a restraint, a silencer, a neutralizer, and it wraps itself around Cornelia the moment she spots Lelouch. Still, it does nothing to temper the anger rising through her like lava. When she sits down across from him, her resentment is so thorough that she carries every single part of herself with a hardness, and a sharpness, and a bitterness which seems like it could radiate its own heat.
She controls her voice, though. She affords them both their privacy.]
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She controls her voice, though. She affords them both their privacy.]
How the hell are you still alive?