[Lupin himself was thinking about the classical Nordic God of War, the one who volunteered to stick his hand in the maw of the hell hound, Fenrir, to keep the beast tame as they bound it--and lost that same hand when the beast's jaws snapped closed. He's read things and heard things about the Malnosso, but isn't certain about what all is to be believed or not.

For himself? He trusts nothing that involves them. He does place enough trust in Law to not let his own paranoia override his thinking.]

I haven't been on any missions, drafted, or even abducted yet. Been here for five months too now, so I must have gotten off pretty lucky!