[Fatigue weighs heavy on her eyelids. Funny, it never felt so draining back home. Nothing about what happened though is amusing.
I feel sick.
It's impossible for her to come down with an illness, but her stomach is churning so violently that she gags, covering her mouth. Tears flooding her eyes, she shakes her head. Why are they concerned over her? Euphemia is the one deserving. Trembling, she weakly reaches forward to wrap her arms around Euphie in a comforting embrace.]
I'm fine.
[It's you I'm upset for. Don't worry about me. Her own heart feels shattered to pieces. The weight and guilt she has to feel over something she had no control over. All due to...
Head shifting to stare at Lelouch, wide-eyed, she's tunned.]
All of it. It was...
[The words trail off though as she slumps, weight falling into the taller girl. She's so tired, unable to hold herself up.