[Lelouch hisses something under his mask, and points his magical gun toward the shadowy figures - He can't quite bring himself to point it at any version of his sister, yet, however.]
[Especially when all his gut instincts are telling him that the girl in front of him is actually some version of his sister, and not just some kind of shapeshifter or illusion-user.]
...Who are they, Binx?
[He hisses, as the shadowy figures chuckle and laugh, still smelling of tea and cakes, oddly enough.]
[The little plushie in Young Nunnally's hand, however, is shifting slightly - It now looks more like a squirrel thing in a little doll dress then a plushie version of the Puella Magi ! Older ! Nunnally.]
[And Lelouch notices this, but does not really feel all that better about things, since the older version of his sister is still nowhere in sight.]
[And so he grits his teeth, and whispers toward Binx - ]
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[Especially when all his gut instincts are telling him that the girl in front of him is actually some version of his sister, and not just some kind of shapeshifter or illusion-user.]
...Who are they, Binx?
[He hisses, as the shadowy figures chuckle and laugh, still smelling of tea and cakes, oddly enough.]
[The little plushie in Young Nunnally's hand, however, is shifting slightly - It now looks more like a squirrel thing in a little doll dress then a plushie version of the Puella Magi ! Older ! Nunnally.]
[And Lelouch notices this, but does not really feel all that better about things, since the older version of his sister is still nowhere in sight.]
[And so he grits his teeth, and whispers toward Binx - ]
- Tell me. Please.