I realized I should probably show why you're failing, as opposed to just not listing the difficulty rating.
[9+1/15] "All the more reason to retain our strength and not waste it fighting for SEED." William Sr. makes a show of thinking, however. "Hmmh. Your offer is tempting, Angel. Truly it is-- in fact, I will agree to it." He lifts a finger, a very Thornton, sardonic grin spreading across his face. "Bring back the dead Thorntons. Is that within your power?"
When you make to protest, if you make to protest, he lifts a finger for silence. William sets a hand on your shoulder gently, and shakes his head to you. "May I have permission to speak, sir?"
"As opposed to it as I am, I do suppose I have to let you try and worm your way out of this."
[16/15] "Alphira presents a unique opportunity to the Thornton Family. One that could not be ignored. This world will eventually be ours, that is true. As our ancestors willed long ago. One day or another, one future or another. We will rise- but what then after that? We languish here. We die with the sun and our name fades to dust, or the 'void' opens its mouth and spits out a challenge we cannot fight, one we cannot win against." Small murmurs of disbelief echo through the crowd. "And the void is true, a fact of our existance-- do not believe me?" William peels off his glove, showing the blackened cybernetic limb. "With this limb, and the blessing of my void-born comrade here, the one who I spent Thornton lives to save, I've reached levels of strength that can rival the Warmachines of our future. Besides that--"
[19] A small, blueish fire burns forth from William's hand-- the crowd goes silent with awe. "Phe-- Alphira, the woman beside me, can destroy any Warmachine with her bare hands. She granted this power to me by right of Blood, after I risked my life to save her."
"Like the tales of McCreary of old, there's truth in that there are other worlds than this one. That there our other futures for the Thornton family-- but only, only if we risk everything for Alphira. She has made me a devotee, father. Which is why I ask you; let me take the reins of the family."
"Bold words for the commander who lost more soldiers than anyone in our history." William Sr. counters.
"Boldness. Bravery. What else should a Thornton want for?"
[1] "I refuse. You are not of my Family anymore, William. Your failures, your temperament, your loyalty to...whatever this [demon] is that sits beside you. They all conspire against you."
[-] "Then I wish to duel you for the right."
[12] "To the death. Champions only. Let us see what your new master can do. Nothing but parlor tricks, I think." William flinches at his Father's words, glancing at you. "If she can match any Warmachine, then perhaps two will suffice to challenge her-- its only fair?"
"I ask too much of you Pheobe, but I ask another favor." William murmurs gently, slumping into his chair.