"It would have been better, had it succeeded," the body of the Emperor says, calmly, his eyes focusing once again. The strange light of the Geass has faded from them, but as he climbs to his feet, the wound on his neck closes, regenerating at a rapid pace. "I'm disappointed that it had to come to this, but this was all part of my plan." He glances to Draiss, a confident smile on his lips. "Even you."<br/><br/>Draiss will notice that, like Shirley, the Emperor now has that same aura of shrugging off magic as if it were water, and is clearly immortal. "No... no! I<em>killed you!</em>You should be<em>DEAD</em>you miserable BASTARD!" "You, who wield the power of the king, should know better than to challenge a god!" the Emperor bellows, laughing heartily. "Now, will you bow your head, and serve me? All three of you?"