[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach] Wow. That was such a derailment. I'm so sorry!
[On the contrary, she believes that she could care less what her father did with his personal life. Perhaps his choices affected her on a much deeper, personal level than even she understands, but her reasons for disliking the idea of getting involved with someone romantically stem from her desire to protect those important to her. And the need to live up to her father's expectations.
Cornelia had never laughed or cried easily as a child. She didn't get much attention from anyone but her brother, Schneizel, and Marianne, the only person who was even remotely like a mother to her. She preferred being on her own. It was a rare occasion when she actually felt lonely. Even back then, she had convinced herself that she didn't need anyone. It wasn't until their mother and father gave her a little sister that she felt even remotely attached to anyone.]
I don't need your empathy. [She speaks quietly; her voice very controlled.] My father was a strategic man, who used procreation for...
[And she breaks off, her forehead creasing as she presses her lips together and her nose flares. A moment later, her gaze drops. He put them in places of power. And, in many cases, sent them off to die. It was all a test. To see who was capable of bringing about the progress he so desired. She didn't want that sort of life for Euphemia, though. If anything, she tried to be twice as strong, so that she could do the work of two people and make him proud enough that he wouldn't expect anything from Euphie. But, being the sensitive, loving sort of person that she was, her sister had different aspirations, and in the process of trying to make the world a better place, she become another one of his failed children.
Her eyes sting with an unfamiliar emotion. It's been a long time since she placed the blame for her sister's death on anyone but Lelouch. The curled fingers in her lap tighten into a strong fist, her nails digging into her palms enough to draw blood while the whites of her knuckles become even paler.]
You have no idea... what kind of person she is... was.
[No. She's alive. She's been given a second chance in Marina. Both of them have. Even if it is a prison, she believes that they have been placed here for a reason. That's the only way she can make sense of this place, or her reason for being here. It's the only way she can believe that she's been removed from her own world and placed in this one. The mist in her eyes blurs her vision and she struggles to keep her composure. But a moment later, she stands quickly, shoulders tensing as she turns her back on him.]
I... [...Hate that I allowed him to see me like this. How could she let herself get so spun up? Was it because of what Suzaku did to Euphemia? It's his fault, isn't it? That selfish boy! As soon as he entered her life, everything changed. She began to defy her; she forced her way into the very world that Cornelia had tried so hard to protect her from. And, in the end, she lost her life. And when that wasn't enough, he broke her heart...
Her lashes are wet. The make-up that Josak had put so much effort into is probably smeared from the ocean and her inability to keep her sentiments in check. She can't let anyone see her like this.] I have to go. [She takes off quickly in the opposite direction of her sister. She'll circle back around later when she's had a moment to get a hold of her emotions. The most important thing at the moment is distancing herself... from him. She doesn't know why, but she can't trust herself when she's with him.]