The touch sent shivers down his spine; it was cold. But he didn't pull away. He dare not move, because if he did, so would Suzaku. Yes, this was Suzaku. This feeling Lelouch felt was only for him, no matter what the circumstance. But he was so distant and the place where his finger was, across his eye, ached with...what was it? Pain? At realizing that although this was Suzaku, Lelouch was certain, it wasn't the one that had loved him? Or perhaps anger? At being taunted by his best friend, his enemy, his lover, himself?

He slid his hands further back behind the mask and pressed into the crevices he knew so well, attempting to take it off. He didn't say a word. He just slowly pulled against it... ...