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Lelouch's fingers are cold as they touch his neck, fastening the clasp of the mantle of the Knight of Zero on Suzaku. For a moment their eyes meet and Suzaku shivers from something other than cold. There is a moment, a small moment where they tilt on the edge. Of making a choice that turns away from the choice they have already made. Then Suzaku looks away and Lelouch steps back. When he looks back at him, he sees a bitter smile on Lelouch's face that quickly is masked.
“My knight.” Lelouch says and there are so many other words – so many hopes, dreams, and forgotten promises – in there that Suzaku's heart aches.
But he kneels down and bows his head. “Your majesty.” He acknowledges and does nothing more. The time for that has long passed.
Or so he convinces himself.
