So your argument is that because Britannia built those weapons from scratch, nothing they do with them can be monstrous? It's fair to mow down soldiers on foot with war machines four and a half meters tall, or to use FLEIJA whenever and wherever you want -- because, after all, Britannians made them with their own strength? [His lip curls. This defense of using weapons of mass destruction is nothing short of sickening. She's glorifying the war in one moment, applauding their strength and their weapons, and saying polite things about regretting it in the next. Cornelia may yet be able to convince him she doesn't belong in the peaceful world he created.] Setting aside the fact that this geass is shaped by my will and powered by my strength, which makes it as much mine as the Gloucester you ride... Delude yourself if you must, but I don't have the patience for more stomach-turning propaganda about how Britannia's strength justifies their terrible acts against the rest of the world.
[He adjusts his sleeves, fussily, deliberately not touching his face where she struck him, even though he wants to. informs her] What I meant is that I am fully aware that geass is not something humans should be able to use against one another. Like war machines. [another, slighter sneer] So I destroyed the geass cult that was perpetuating the usage of this power -- this would be when Jeremiah saved you from their prison. I became the last one alive who could use geass, and so with my death, which I'm sure you've heard about by now [even if you could hardly comprehend it] that is the end of the geass.
[He won't mention C.C., but there's no point, since she won't be making any more contracts]