“It’s when you dye your hair black, listen to death metal and pretend you hate everyone. Or, are too evil to be loved. You can check off at least two of those,” she said, amusement apparent in both her voice and expression. “I said it to annoy you, yeah, but I didn’t lie. I do trust you.”

“Since it’s impossible to get you to stop self-destructing, how about you do a trial run? Think of it as a favour to me. I’ll even tone down the complaining when we train.”