Ryumin grinned bleakly. "I’ve seen it happen before. Besides, if we’re to murder each other, then you should be killing me. I run the risks here, since I have something to lose. You’re only a fast-talking sundog." He wrapped up the cord of his joystick. "We could babble reassurances till the sun expands and never convince each other. Either we trust each other or we don’t."