"No, you're lying to me." Belle Roosevelt knew her father was cunning, paranoid, and silver-tongued. No matter what he said, she had her own beliefs and wouldn't be easily brainwashed. "Since you don't want to let me go, I don't want to be imprisoned by you either. Tell me, what do I need to do for you to let me go?"
"It's simple. Help me!" Roosevelt looked at her and pointed at MG. "Help me like Belli did, of course. You are my daughter, and I've always treated Belli like a son. I wouldn't send you both to live and die, but I know your skills. When you two teamed up, you were unbeatable. Belle, don't you miss it? Miss those times."
"I don't miss it at all, and I won't help you kill anyone," Belle said solemnly. "Apart from that, I can help you with anything else."
"Even for a heinous person, you wouldn't kill?"
"No one can decide a person's life or death, not even a judge," Belle said casually. "Aside from that, anything else, I can consider."
