Then you're lucky. [and not lucky, too. because it is sad, knowing when you're going to die. it was something Lelouch had avoided thinking of for weeks, months, when he knew it was coming, and has only barely reconciled now, when it still seems so far away. and even then -- all he could do was cut himself off from everyone he could, and cherish the last moments he has.
[...and keep his secrets to himself. he doesn't know if he'll be strong enough to remain unselfish when the end is very near]
The selfish urges get the better of most of us, eventually. [and, after a beat, writing more deliberately, pressing slightly heavier with the pen] But don't be discouraged. Even if there's no other way for you, love didn't let down your folks and it isn't, always, doomed.
[there's only the slightest differentiation -- the angle of a letter skewed slightly differently, a t slashed the way he normally does when he writes, instead of with the handwriting he's assumed]