[She looks at Lelouch and then back to Yuuki, trying to get herself under control. She nods.] Ah, well... All right. Thank you both, I—
[But before she can say anything more she gasps sharply and jerks back away from Yuuki and the table. Her eyes clench shut and her hands ball into fists at her sides. Heart racing inside of her, and breath coming faster because she noticed they had a snack next to the board. And with that snack was a nice, sharp, silver knife. Just like the one she used to stab people in her dream. And the sickening urge she felt when she saw it still clutched at her. Part of her—or part of something inside of her—wanted so very badly to drive it into Yuuki. And she couldn't. She wouldn't!]