Shirley takes the seat, politely, dressed in a loose-fitting, white robe, studying him intently. While his eyes say that she's there, no magical sense of his seems to register her; it's as if she's a magical hole in the world, shrugging off magic like water off a duck. "If my death is what it takes to obtain peace, then so be it," Lelouch states, defiantly. "It is not 'resistance'. I am immortal; magic and weapons have no effect on me, and I have no means to protect myself, aside from weapons, and my ability to grant the Geass. Nothing more."