[he drums his fingers on the table as he considers. could it be some sort of remnant of when he killed Charles and Marianne? or is this something else entirely... maybe he'd been stuck on this too long, and he needs to consider another angle. he files that away mentally, trying to switch gears and focus on what he does know.]

I too had both items on me when I woke up.

[his frown deepens as he thinks about it. the murder of Nunnally vi Britannia...]

So are we really going to assume that this world is made for crimes or rehabilitation? [then at least give him a crime that he did do. killing Euphemia, maybe. Clovis. anything but his sister.] It's not like any jail I've seen, and I haven't seen police patrolling, either. It seems like no one's watching us at all.

[even though he assumes that someone or something is anyway, and he won't think for a moment seriously otherwise.]