"You really know just the right words to say, don't you?" Ace scoffed, shaking his head as if snapping himself out of a trance. He locked eyes with Mrs. Martin and asked, "Can you guarantee it? Guarantee that my family will actually get to enjoy this so-called true freedom of yours? If you can, then until my last breath, I'll be my country's loyal hound."
"..."
Matthews had no answer. How could she possibly guarantee something as phantasmal as freedom?
Ace's lips curled into a sneer. "You can't, can you?" He leaned in slightly, voice laced with mockery. "Because the true freedom you're selling? It's just another illusion. Another leash they tighten around your neck to keep you doing their bidding. You know damn well that the only real freedom comes with absolute strength—strength neither of us has." He let his words linger for a moment before adding, "So cut the bullshit. Or do you want another shot at convincing me?"