Suzaku had survived Shinjuku and been recruited into Britannia's elite Knightmare corps—the training ground—by Princess Euphemia li Britannia, Cornelia's gentle sister. Suzaku believed in changing the system from within. Zero believed in burning it down.
Then he laughed. A cynical, bitter laugh.
"Lelouch… I will stop you. Even if I have to become a monster myself."
Lelouch didn't flinch. He smiled. Lelouch understood the math. One man with a gun is a terrorist. One man with a mask and an army is a revolutionary.
The man put the gun to his own throat and pulled the trigger.
Kallen, a fiery half-Britannian half-Eleven girl, mistook him for a fool. "Who the hell are you?"
A searing pain lanced through his left eye. When he opened it again, the world had fractured into red lines—the sight of . The power of absolute command. He tested it on a soldier.
The moment the bullet tore toward them, time stopped.
"Was it worth it?" she asked.