Night 43: M21-M30 Hall
After that fantastically successful conversation with Lelouch, Suzaku hadn't had much stomach for dinner either, and had fallen asleep before his roommate even got in. It was strange for him to need that amount of rest, but he was still wounded and it had been a long day after an even longer night, so Suzaku forgave himself just this once. Besides, he'd need all the energy he could get tonight, and he didn't want his injuries to slow them down.
The unfortunate corollary was that he was completely starving by the time the intercom woke him up, not having eaten at all that day. He didn't have time to sit around and finish a meal, however, and he still felt vaguely nauseous every time he remembered Lelouch's words. So he fished his flashlight and butcher knife out from under his pillow, retrieved his map from where it had been folded in his journal, and shoved a piece of steak in his mouth as he left. Not adequate at all, but it would have to do. He probably should have taken better care of himself when he was still injured and when people were counting on him (whether they wanted to count on him or not), but -- it seemed he'd never be able to master his emotions.
At least he should be able to figure out how to get into the women's block. They were all organized in the same way, after all. Too late, he realized he should have gotten Euphie's room number, just in case. Seemed he was as competent as ever today.
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The unfortunate corollary was that he was completely starving by the time the intercom woke him up, not having eaten at all that day. He didn't have time to sit around and finish a meal, however, and he still felt vaguely nauseous every time he remembered Lelouch's words. So he fished his flashlight and butcher knife out from under his pillow, retrieved his map from where it had been folded in his journal, and shoved a piece of steak in his mouth as he left. Not adequate at all, but it would have to do. He probably should have taken better care of himself when he was still injured and when people were counting on him (whether they wanted to count on him or not), but -- it seemed he'd never be able to master his emotions.
At least he should be able to figure out how to get into the women's block. They were all organized in the same way, after all. Too late, he realized he should have gotten Euphie's room number, just in case. Seemed he was as competent as ever today.
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