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2017 a.t.b., Black Knights submarine, 5:42 p.m. The Black Knights were keeping themselves hidden from the Britannian forces that were searching for them.

Black Knight: (over speaker) The airship has passed us.
Tamaki: So, now we've got airships to worry about. Fantastical. It's even got the Lancelot's energy shield.
Tohdoh: This is getting out of hand. We can't fight these forces.
Diethard: What about looking for Zero?
Tohdoh: We can't send a search party. Not with that flying behemoth still out there. You saw that energy weapon. It could destroy everything in its path.
Diethard: Well, let's work around that. We search without a single person setting foot on the islands. Perhaps, the periscope.
Tohdoh: You're getting somewhere. You're thinking like Alistair. When put in a position to either save the lives of many or the life of one, you choose to save both.
Diethard: It's common sense.
Tohdoh: You're god damn right.
C.C.: Well, if you two are done chatting at the bar, I'll tell you that Zero and Kallen are very much alive.
Tohdoh: You know this, how?
C.C.: I just do.
Tamaki: You're not gonna be an oracle, are you? Considering what I've learned, it wouldn't be a feast for the eyes. Greece was weird.
C.C.: Oh? You would like to retort with my logic?
Tamaki: Nah. You gotta have some secret background, or something. I'm not gonna pry, if you don't wanna talk about it. In the meantime, you should get training with piloting a Knightmare. A girl as attractive as you should be able to kick ass.
C.C.: (smiles) Hm. Look at Mr. Nice Guy, over here. Fair point.

Kamine Island, 7:00 p.m. Lelouch and Euphemia set up camp on the beach, Lelouch being disappointed that he couldn't find any food on the island.

Euphemia: Don't worry. (pulls out small cardboard boxes) We've got CalorieMates!
Lelouch: What the hell are those?
Euphemia: Think of these cookie bar things as the bread from Lord of the Rings. Just the small bar, alone, can fill your gut. Cornelia found these in a store. Apparently, the Mavericks have been finding sci-fi pressurized crates filled with this very product. And, it's not just these bars.
Lelouch: Sweet.
Euphemia: So, will that be chocolate, maple, or fruit flavor?

Meanwhile, on a different part of the island, Kallen and Suzaku were eating fish that Suzaku cooked on a campfire.

Kallen: Good stuff. I'm as full as I can be.
Suzaku: So, is this how you truly act?
Kallen: Like I said, tomboy. Why do you think I go to such great lengths to understand Alistair?
Suzaku: Hmph. Kallen, you should leave the Black Knights, leave the Tokyo Mavericks. It's not too late, for you. The life of a terrorist is no way to live.
Kallen: (chuckles)
Suzaku: What's so funny?
Kallen: You are so dumb. You know that? Allow me to educate you, Fallen White Knight, to know terminology better. A terrorist's goals are self-explanatory. Their goals are for terror, fear. You know, like sadists, or people who make up Freudian excuses. The Black Knights' goal is to free Japan, from Britannia's elitist clutches. The Mavericks? They're mercenary benefactors. It's their job to give a damn.
Suzaku: Why fight Britannia, then?
Kallen: Lawful Evil assholes.
Suzaku: What kind of role do you play, in all this?
Kallen: Ace pilot. I'm the pilot of the Knightmare that just so happens to be a living microwave.
Suzaku: The red one? Either way, neither Zero or Alistair can offer a future.
Kallen: Buddy, Alistair paves the way to the future. He doesn't care about having the spotlight, he just likes helping people. He is the only person to ever give fate the middle finger, and burn that image into its eyes, stuck with that spiteful image until it dies. Hope, Freedom and Change. That's the way he's always worked. Law... Chaos... If they go bad, he'll destroy them, then reform them.
Suzaku: Zero thinks that the world revolves around him. That's why he justifies spilling the blood of so many people!
Kallen: Bitch, please. Britannia's never been about peace. It's always been evil, ever since England was overthrown. Social Darwinism this, evolution that. It's always about the "strong" and the "weak". All around the world, spouting nothing but fascist bullshit. Always with that god damn code: "Adapt...or Perish."
Suzaku: When you gain results the wrong way, what's left for you, in the end? Regret and emptiness, knowing that you have nowhere to go.
Kallen: Says the guy that killed an Enclave general that was trying to screw over Japan.

Kallen managed to get her bound hands past her legs and in front of her face.

Suzaku: Hey!
Kallen: Relax. (unties headband from wrists) I'm not gonna kill you. Couldn't, even if I wanted to. Alistair would be pissed. Still, every person that's born in this world is inclined to do good. Jean-Jacques Rousseau has been right, from the start. Alistair's proof of that, and Zero's starting to take a shine to that. Suck it, nihilism.

Back on Lelouch and Euphemia's side of the island, Euphemia was lying down on Lelouch's cape, looking at the sky.

Euphemia: Man. The stars are still as beautiful as the were, back when we were kids. You think... You think me, Alistair and Cornelia could do that?
Lelouch: I don't see why not.
Euphemia: Alistair has a girlfriend, right?
Lelouch: Yeah. A tomboy redhead.
Euphemia: (chuckles) To understand a boy, you need to act like one.
Lelouch: That's the way it goes.
Euphemia: (thinking) I actually remember... Schneizel told me...

2 minutes later, aboard the Avalon. Schneizel, Lloyd and Bartley were in search of Suzaku and Euphemia, and their search led to Kamine Island.

Schneizel: If Suzaku wasn't on Shikine, he must be here, on Kamine.
Bartley: We'll send a search party out, in the morning.
Lloyd: By the way, do you need to keep that gun pointed at that man, any longer?
Schneizel: Hm? Oh, right. (holsters gun) He just needed a little motivation, is all.
Lloyd: My, your vigilante personality is getting the best of you.
Schneizel: I've been like this, for a good 10 years.
Lloyd: 10 years?
Schneizel: You two should get some sleep. You all need your energy, you know?
Bartley: I won't leave your side, Your Highness!
Schneizel: What did you just call me? (reaches into coat)
Bartley: Nothing! (runs off)
Lloyd: I'll hit the hay, then. (exits bridge)
Schneizel: (retracts hand from coat, sighs) I can't believe I have to put up with Bartley. (thinking) Well, at least I get the chance to see Alistair, in action. Ever since I saw him...

2007 a.t.b., Las Vegas, Nevada, Tops Casino. Schneizel was working on numerous amounts of paperwork, as his advisor waited next to the penthouse elevator.

Schneizel (Age 17): Do you ever think that my face will change, in the next decade? I feel like I'm going to look completely different than I do, right now.
Advisor: I can't say, for sure.
Schneizel: (thinking) That boy that Cornelia told me about... He should still be around here. I'll check the clinic, as soon as I can ditch this guy.
Advisor: (opens cell phone) Hello? What!? No, this is not what we agreed to! Don't send-! Hello!? (closes cell phone) Unbelievable!
Schneizel: (out loud) What is it?
Advisor: Some courier is coming to us. (pulls out gun) I won't let him get close.
Schneizel: How about you put that away, so we can see what our delivery friend wants?

Schneizel's advisor growled as he put the pistol away and the elevator opened. A boy wearing a duster exited the elevator and approached Schneizel's desk, carrying a package.

Alistair (Age 6): (puts package on desk) You the one who ordered this?
Schneizel: Yes. Looks like it.
Alistair: Good. I'm gone.

Schneizel immediately noticed the boy's prosthetic arm, before he turned around for the elevator. Schneizel stood up and stopped Alistair, holding his prosthetic arm.

Schneizel: (concerned) Where did you get this?
Alistair: Don't butt into other people's business.
Schneizel: Is this a prosthetic?
Alistair: What does it look like? Can I go about my business?
Schneizel: What's your name?
Alistair: (sighs) Alistair. My name is Alistair.
Schneizel: And... And, what happened to you, exactly?
Alistair: You wouldn't believe me.
Schneizel: Try me.
Alistair: ...Mechs. Giant robots. They killed my parents, destroyed my hometown and house. They amputated me. Some girl with a ponytail must have dragged me out. I can't remember much.
Schneizel: Where was your hometown?
Alistair: Marshall, Minnesota.
Schneizel: I see. (lets go of Alistair) Thank you.
Alistair: Whatever. (walks towards elevator, pushes button)
Schneizel: It's Redgrave, by the way.
Alistair: Hm?
Schneizel: My name. It's...Chopin Redgrave.
Alistair: What, do you play Chopin in bars with patrons wanting to hear "Camptown Races," or something?
Schneizel: Yes...actually.
Alistair: Well, you learn something new every day. (enters elevator, elevator doors close)
Advisor: Good riddance.
Schneizel: Get me information on the Knightmare pilots that were sent to Marshall, Minnesota.
Advisor: Ah, with congratulations in mind. Very good, my prince.
Schneizel: And... Find me a gun store. For self-defense purposes.

Two weeks later, Schneizel was in a room with the pilots that killed the entirety of Marshall, Minnesota.

Schneizel: So, you two were sent to a small town, to test out the Knightmares. Is that true?
Pilot A: Of course!
Pilot B: We did as we were told, and we completed the testing.
Schneizel: I heard that you two killed two adults, a man and a woman, and left their child in a near-death state.
Pilot A: It was amazing! The house went down, as we shot his parents!
Pilot B: I was actually very curious if the Knightmares could amputate, with precision. Turns out that they could.
Pilot A: So, we're getting medals, just for that, right? Man, sadism is such a wonderful concept.
Schneizel: Mm-hmm. (stands up, draws revolver and shoots the first pilot in the head)
Pilot B: (stands up) What the hell are yo-?!
Schneizel: (shoots second pilot)
Advisor: What have you done?! You killed them!
Schneizel: They had it coming.
Advisor: They were following orders! They showed what it meant to be Britannian, and you killed them!
Schneizel: (aims revolver directly into advisor's forehead)
Advisor: Wait, wait-
Schneizel: I am sick and tired of being told what to do.

As Schneizel ranted, he kept his aim on the advisor, backing him towards a wall.

Schneizel: All my life, I've been living a god damn lie. Look at what Britannia's achieved! Genocide, Social Darwinism, elitism, imperialism! It's nothing more than a bunch of moral failures and screw-ups! Britannia is nothing more than a bunch of Lannister wannabes, wanting to take over the world! Well, I'm done with it. As of today, I'm no blue blood. Nobility? Royalty? Jokes.
Advisor: (back touches wall)
Schneizel: And, you? You're just another Lawful Evil asshole for me to put down.
Advisor: Your father will hear about this! He'll know that you've become a traitor!
Schneizel: That's the thing. You're not gonna live long enough to tell him jack shit. Let these words be forever engraved in your mind, as you die. (pulls back revolver hammer) Love...is...king.

Schneizel pulled the trigger on his revolver and killed his former advisor, getting some of his blood on his face.

Schneizel: Well, then. Time to break some unruly rules.