Receive them into a twinkling star

[cethflayn]

[When the remainder of the passengers returns to the ship, Flayn steals away to read what Constantine gave her upon their parting. She reads it, and cannot find it in her heart to burn it.

Well. With the rest of the letters from the dead it goes. They'll all be on her person, now, which is the safest place she can think to keep such precious words.

Quietly, privately, Flayn comes to Lelouch to ask for his assistance, and soon enough pieces of paper with Flayn's lovely handwriting find themselves slipped under your door.

Please come to the Pub on the seventh floor this evening, so we may not spend this dark night alone.

- Flayn





Cethleann

No more hiding.

Between Lelouch actually knowing how to cook, and Flayn being a doggedly determined young lady, the pub is much more hospitable when you arrive. There are homemade snacks as well as...McDonald's milkshakes and apple pies? And all manner of sweets brought over from the various floors of the ship, as if in Jasper's honor. Lengths of relatively subdued fabric have been cut from bolts in the crafts room and laid out over the tables and bar, and there are even some various liquors put out if you feel like getting absolutely wasted. We're all kind of fucking sad at the moment, it's fine. It's fine. Just eat before you imbibe, please.]

Comments

[ltcommandroid]

That is good. I am glad that things are improving for you. As this is a safe place, at least in that way - [you might get murdered but it won't be for your species!] - perhaps it can serve as a good opportunity to grow used to being Cethleann as well as Flayn again.

[cethflayn]

Then, you may feel free to call me Cethleann.

[Seems like he's saying he'd like to, if it helps her, and maybe it will! So Data, you do you.]

[ltcommandroid]

I will do so.

[He just wants to help! Also, since she's probably seen him handing out some deadletters here, and he didn't happen to see her get hers from Constantine at the trial itself:]

I am afraid that I did not find a letter for you among Constantine's things. I know he cared a great deal for you nonetheless.

[cethflayn]

Oh, do not worry. He gave it to me when he hugged me.

[ltcommandroid]

Oh! Good - I am glad to hear that.

[He'd been sort of worried that she'd feel bad!]

I suppose it is logical that he would have been good at sleight of hand.

[cethflayn]

Yes, I suppose it is.

[She still has it - she doesn't want to burn it.]

...Is it strange, that I cannot find it in me to be angry with him?

[ltcommandroid]

I am not sure I am the appropriate person to ask.

[You know, no feelings and all.]

But I can understand it. You care for him, and his actions appear to have been taken in an attempt to benefit us all, and with Jasper's consent. Regardless, your feelings are your own to experience - it would not be my place to tell you how you ought to feel.

[cethflayn]

[A little nod. Data is very wise.]

We must make sure we do all we can here, so it is not in vain.

[ltcommandroid]

Indeed. I hope that whatever Constantine planned is successful, but we should proceed as if there is no help coming.

[cethflayn]

Then I shall see what I can do to be prepared.

[As well as, you know, enjoy the facilities while they last.]