Suzaku was right, though Lelouch considered resisting out of principle. He breathed on his hands to steady them before setting to the ties on his shoes. His feet ached to be forced out of them, but he bore it. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever experienced, but it was up there.

His fingers proved useless, though. While he successfully got his shoes off, the buttons on his shirt were harder. "G-give me your gloves." He wasn't sure they'd make a difference, but he hated that he couldn't move his fingers much.