The mask shattered.
Lelouch smiled, blood trickling from his lips. "The only ones who should kill… are those prepared to be killed."
"Your rebellion has only just begun, Lelouch. Season two awaits."
In the rubble of the Special Zone, Nunnally opened her eyes for the first time in years. She saw the sky on fire. And she knew, with a sister's certainty, that her brother was still alive.
Nunnally, watching the broadcast, whispered, "Brother… what have you become?" The final battle of R1 was a three-way war: the Black Knights, the Britannian military, and the maddened remnants of the Geass Order.
He built the from the ashes of shattered resistance cells. Kallen became his ace pilot, the "Red Lotus." The brilliant but timid engineer, Rakshata, built them custom Knightmares. The cowardly aristocrat, Diethard, became their propaganda master. Each pawn was chosen for a single purpose: to die usefully if necessary.
Suzaku stared at the pale, bleeding face of his best friend.
Then he laughed. A cynical, bitter laugh.
And far away, in the shadows of a Chinese Federation embassy, a green-haired witch whispered to her unconscious master: