[Her insistence grates at him in the exact opposite direction. He doesn't know what that vision was, but something in him is screaming to leave it be. He doesn't need to know. Pursuing this will only make things worse.

His jaw sets firmly and he straightens up.]

It didn't happen. That wasn't real.

[He at least sounds a little more sure of himself in that. It's harder when it's himself he's warring with, but if it's someone else suggesting Lelouch would ever actually do something like that – however indirectly they might be suggesting it – then he can ignore any hint of doubt to just push back against an external threat.]

I don't even know you. Do you get like this every time you have a weird daydream or whatever?