[Even if it helps to soothe the sting of that not-memory, Lelouch's concern only makes him feel worse somehow. Guilt rushes in to replace the unease. Bad enough he'd had any doubts at all, but to throw those doubts in Lelouch's face, like all his care and attention over the years still wasn't enough...

He wilts, gaze dropping to the floor.]

S-sorry, it's nothing. I just...had a weird dream. And I guess...it'd make sense if you did resent me, since you've always been stuck looking after me...