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He knows exactly why he's here.
The thought of her brings on a slew of emotions. Through his heart sears the all-too-familiar hatred for the Marquise, pure and black, tinged with the red fire that he cannot supress. Beneath the half-facade of rotting abhorrence, he loves her. He's completely and hoplessly taken by her despite their mutual loathing, and she knows it. She reminds him at every chance given, and it threatens to drive him insane. So before him are three options: he kills her, he dies himself, or they both meet their ends.
Dualscar decides he'll take a gamble.