[ He nods firmly at the end of the explanations... but his voice is a softer now that they've managed to talk through business. ]

I know. Everyone is doing all they can. We're only lacking for time, not effort.

[ He has to do his part. Better him than anyone else, anyway. That just leaves the details of his death, perfunctory as they are. ]

I'll leave my weapons and plush toy unused—Lili may look at everyone's scrunchies or the backs of their necks to see if I've left a mark on them. Flayn is aware of my ability, so please do not let it lead anyone off-track. If there is another death this week besides mine... [ and that—that one possibility does make his voice run cold for a second. ] hopefully this will be enough to discourage any further carnage, along with whatever Taako can say. Flayn, the paper I received from the music room—I don't know if we will be able to use it to communicate with each other, but do not forget about it. The poison syringe, I suspect, will vanish with me.

[ So no one should get the opportunity to use it. He takes a sip of his tea, hands steady. The chamomile is nice, even if it's lost its warmth by now. ]

Do you need me to do anything else?