Hope. It was a powerful thing. A currency even. Hope was what he and Lelouch were relying on. People's hope for a peaceful world. A hope for a better future.

Their own hope that the plan would work. Except now... Now Suzaku had been kidnapped. He doubted even Lelouch had foreseen this.

He blinked at the question but didn't show any offence, any emotion at all. He merely reached into the cloak pocket and handed over the list he had found in the room he had woken in.