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Ferris:  Ferris looked down at his small, weak hands. Ferris had just one weapon: the lion-crested dagger he had received from his master. He didn’t know how to use it, nor did he possess any skill as a swordsman. If the emperor thought Ferris would suffice as an opponent for one of the Nine Generals, then he thought in vain.
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Vincent:  "You may plead impotence, if you wish." Vincent said with a taunting little snort. "In which case, you need only be a passive observer, watching things unfold."
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Vincent:  When the emperor saw Ferris’s eyes widen, he continued, "Perhaps I should use the word bystander, instead of observer? It seems to be your specialty. The price of your weakness was what you were most loyal to before. Seemingly, you are willing to pay it again."
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Ferris:  "I’ve had enough…! Fine! Just fine! Act—that’s all I have to do, is it? Take action? Fine!" That manner of speech Vincent used evoked the greatest anger in Ferris yet. However, the object of his rage wasn’t just the emperor—it was his own hesitation. He kept coming up with rationalizations for why he couldn’t do things; excuses made everything so easy. But they were disgraceful. He had spent all his time chasing after people who weren’t afraid of such things, and he was still just following in their wake.
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Vincent:  "Then listen well, you beast of a person. You need only gamble your life." Seeing that Ferris had risen to the bait, Vincent beckoned him over with his newly attached right hand. Ferris’s face twisted as he heard the Volakian ruler’s strategy. The emperor smiled when he saw the look, and for the first time, it was not with disdain. His expression was like one of a boy who had come up with a nasty little trick—a smile cruel and beautiful.