[He's smiling...and well, he's the enemy, so it really shouldn't work like this, but it does--his smile makes her smile too, her typical good cheer making an odd reappearance.]

Then...if there's any possible way of saving him, I want to help! I have to do my part now, since Father has always done more than his share.

[She's determined now, and it would be more impressive if she wasn't using a sword to hold herself up--which she slumps against a moment later, torn between a sigh and a laugh.]

Boy, I'm glad I don't have to fight you to the death. I'm not sure who would win!