[She turns to Lelouch as he approaches, before glancing back at Euphie once more.
Just what is it...?
But that's when it hits her. Could it be...? Yet all this time, she's thought the situation to be under control. They've spoken outside of now, haven't they? And to so many others.
She knows me as being Japanese, doesn't she.
It's not really a question. Stomach twisting, Yuuki's heart aches at the idea. To think that anyone, particularly someone as kind as Euphie, can suffer from something so horrific.
It's wrong.
Ignoring Lelouch, it's really only instinct that takes over.]
Hold still, Euphie...
[Hands lifting, fingers gently slide to either side of the taller girl's head in a soft caress before carefully holding her.
And suddenly everything changes.
Head throwing back, Yuuki's eyes widen as sheer pain and horror bombards her abruptly.
Hah-!
Her entire conscious races through her fingertips to slip into the pink haired girl's mind.
What....What is this?
Softly following the connections without thought, warmly glowing every kink and discrepancy is reverted and cast out as her regenerative strength flows through Euphie.
It's not the act that's new, having done this once before, even if as much without thought as now. Physically she can feel as everything turns back to place, near exhausting her by the sheer resistance and strength that seems to push bacl at her.
Kill the Japanese. Kill. Kill them all.
Every memory of that moment floods Yuuki's mind, crashing upon her like a giant wave that sweeps her off her feet and through the very same thing Euphemia felt and saw at that time.