[The reflection tilts it's head just slightly, as if amused by his words. Being hated was never something he feared.
He pulls out a gun from his waist, holding it in consideration. Then he turns, showing his back to Lelouch in a way no normal reflection could, gun pointed at a figure in the background.
Soft eyes stare straight ahead, looking at Lelouch, not the barrel of the gun pointed right at them.]