[ Suzaku's breath catches a bit, his eyes growing a little hooded, a little haunted.
He used to imagine Lelouch and Nunnally as they had been, very small, at balls and such, among twirling dresses, when Nunnally could walk and see, when Lelouch would smile, not in the scary reality of the fall of Japan.
And now Nunnally is dead. Because of him.
Slowly, he forces his smile to widen. ]
And then you got to wear beautiful gowns. [ A half step, and he spins her, making her skirts flare and her beautiful hair fly. ]