[ He slowly shakes his head, not wanting to lose the warm feeling of Edward extending a hand of friendship toward him--the ninja spirit. Even if it's not toward him--Ivan exactly, it's a pleasant feeling. Better than what he's felt lately. ]

It's unclear. I don't know what it was, but it felt like... like the spirit was at fault for not doing something.

[ That would explain the urge toward action, for doing something instead of watching Edward get shot. ]