[The room is still spinning and Setsuna is still a comforting anchor against him, but no, this must stop, has to stop, why had it happened to begin with? Lelouch draws in a shaking breath, tightening the hand holding Setsuna in place into a fist. Stop. Stop. Even if it does feel nice, even if the thought of Setsuna's lips against his neck makes it hard to think, this has to stop. And...
He closes his eyes, tries to focus on breathing again. He's never even done anything like this, why is he visualizing it?]
I don't blame you. It isn't your fault.
[Yes, that's a good start. Now if he could just figure out what the hell to say next, everything will be fine.]
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He closes his eyes, tries to focus on breathing again. He's never even done anything like this, why is he visualizing it?]
I don't blame you. It isn't your fault.
[Yes, that's a good start. Now if he could just figure out what the hell to say next, everything will be fine.]