The clock quite literally just struck midnight as I type this sentence. It seems fitting, as I finally lay this series to rest. One would imagine an imaginary bell is tolling somewhere, for Code Geass. 50 episodes in two weeks. Quite the impressive life it’s lived.

I think the short summary of Code Geass, is that it very much resembles its characters. It doesn’t care about the means, but rather, the ends.

The means of Geass’s plot are scattered now, just like my thoughts after finishing it. What of the Chekhov’s Gun planted on Xing-ke? The rebuilding of the world, with a vacuum of power? The seeming holocaust that was raining down when FLEIAs were blowing things up left and right?

But then, you have to wonder, maybe these pieces are the unimportant ones. Maybe they are the pawns in the larger game of Code Geass. Note that I didn’t even mention all the relationship loose ends – again, Xing-ke, Rivalz (who I don’t hate anymore because Tamaki exists), Toudou, etc. – it’s clear that those, if not anything else, are exercises left to the viewer. For shipping, that is understandable.

One might not say that for the rest of the plot points. All the means, between the roller coaster that was Lelouch and the world around him.

But, this time, I’m convinced.

Why? Maybe it’s because Zero Requiem fell into place so beautifully.

I was ready to tear Code Geass, for what seemed to be a lack of rewatch potential. Sure, I wouldn’t mind being shocked again, but it didn’t seem like the pieces would make any logical sense when put together a second time. This is what makes things like Higurashi and Kimikiss succeed.

But, the last ‘arc’, so to speak from Geass, the last set of episodes, after we had gotten past the mind-boggler that was the Thought Elevator and Ragnarok, just seemed … logical, somehow.

Maybe this is the rule of relative good and evil. A rule that Lelouch himself probably employed. Everything is relative to one another. After nearly being driven off by an arc of Geass that left me shocked but utterly confused and out-of-touch, I was sucked back in like the second half of a FLEIA detonation.

(See, look at that simile. I couldn’t be writing prose like that if Geass didn’t work.) Read the rest of this entry »