[She closes her eyes, breathing quiet, deep breathes. Is she? The thirst aside, of course. Even still she can't halt the painful heartache. It's too great. Ignoring the silent tears at her eyes, she turns her head to regard Lelouch.]
I saw her memories. [Simple, voice a low murmur. She swallows, but continues steadily. The brown, even gaze of her eyes doesn't waver as she faces him, meeting his own (violet in his case).]
Everything, from the start of her curse to the point in which she was facing down the barrel of a gun.