...It already did.

[He laughed under his breath, stepping away as Luscinia fluttered restlessly in the back of his scarf.]

What little faith I somehow have remaining isn't given so easily as the rest of this group. Having an attempted execution ordered by your dear little brother tends to do that, you see. The fact that I'm even trying to go along with this so any of us can survive is what passes for 'being nice' with me right now.