It was only a few moments after he was toying with his locket that Rolo heard his older brother's voice, gasping a little and stuffing it back into his pocket as he jolted out of his seat from the old bench. Smiling, Rolo shook his head, standing before his brother. "Not at all, brother. I was merely admiring what seems to be left of the nature in this world, or at least to my knowledge anyways." That smile, how could an assassin who killed so many people that he couldn't even remember hide behind such a smile and still act so innocent? Suppose it was in his nature; he was in the Britannian Secret Intelligence Agency
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Rolo blinked a little, plants in this place were dangerous? Sure he knew that roses had thorns but did Lelouch actually mean dangerous, as in lethal and alive? Rolo hoped he didn't, for even if the young boy could stop them with ease and chop them up with his knife; he like nature, it was one of the few subtleties he had left. Rolo nodded a little though, taking note of his older brother's warning and looking over into the direction as his brother
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