[Her arms move around her, hugging her close, but not obscuring her view of the screen. Cornelia still watches it out of the corner of her eye, looking for the masked man that is their brother, and hearing the echo of his words as he called out to her to stop back in that room that would be her sister's end. If she was to believe that this was truly a mistake, how... how is it that he could use it so selfishly to his advantage in the end? How... could he do that Euphie?
Deep down, she doesn't want to presume that he could do something so malicious. Despite the many atrocities that she knows he has done on top of that, more than anything else, Cornelia wants to believe in that peaceful, gentle world her sister was trying to create. She wants to believe that somewhere inside him still exists the boy she remembers from their childhood. How did it all turn out like this? Their father. Geass. The war. How did it all become so warped? Her grip tightens as she lowers her forehead to her sister's shoulder, her face streaked with tears and her voice cracking as she speaks.]