"I see no reason to retract my previous statement," Meursault pointedly refused, setting his sheathed rapier to the side as he inspected himself in the mirror.

What a shame. There was blood speckled on the fur of his coat.

The people of P Corp. were rather odd. Cinq Association members, despite being glorified mercenaries, were held to such a high regard -- almost to a celebrity status. Handling his interviews, paid promotion inquiries, and public image was already hard enough as it was with his impassivity.

And then, he had to kill someone on live television. No amount of hastily made phone calls and apologetic emails would fix this, you realized.

"The host had made an inappropriate comment towards me. Of course I would challenge him to a duel," he continued. "He accepted me and died as a result."

"...I have followed proper dueling etiquette, if that is what you have gone pale over."