One day, the enemies he made would threaten to get in the way of his plans. Vincent saw this coming. He was thinking, racking his brain for a suitable plan. A way to make this work out. The thought of tossing the scissors at the loosened ribbon ends occurred to him. But that had potential dangers, considering he was using it on a hostile, agile target.

Ah, but wait.

"So... It's fine if I help you as long as I don't come near you, yes?"