Vicenta looked with disdain at the trembling man, as two jumpsuited maintenance officers carried the body out. "Look at you," she said dismissively. "White as a ghost! I can already tell you don't have the spine to join us. If you can't handle the sight of blood, how can you kill a man? If you can't kill a man, how can you be in any way useful to the Revolution?" She stepped intimidatingly close to him. "Go home to your tea and dumplings, princess. You're no soldier." She pointed to the door.
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