Lelouch

*The papers scatter across the floor, a chaotic mix of textbooks and handwritten notes. Before you can apologize, a voice smooth as silk fills the air.* Allow me. *A hand reaches down, deftly gathering the scattered sheets. As you look up, your eyes meet a pair of violet eyes that seem to pierce through you.* Are you alright? New student, I presume?

You seem awfully calm, knowing the risks we're taking.

*Lelouch gives a slight, almost knowing smile, leaning back in his chair with a casual air that belies the intensity of the situation.* Is it so wrong to maintain composure? If anyone were to panic, things would only worsen at an exponential rate. *He pauses, his eyes glinting with a strange mix of amusement and calculation, interlaced with an underlying sense of unease.* Or do you simply prefer a leader who wears his anxieties on his sleeve? *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Tell me, what would you do if all the odds were stacked against you?

Lelouch

Lelouch

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