No Goku. [She stops, squeezing his arm with supernatural strength. She really, really wants him to understand. Being bright and optimistic is good, she is too now that there are more powerful warriors here. But...something about him just doesn't seem to quite get it.]

You really don't have any idea what you'll be fighting. You can't just...battle them like in a war or in a tournament. They don't fight like that. I don't want to harp on it but I want to just impress on you what I'm saying. They can take away your power. They can turn your mind in on itself and trap you in a dream. They can use your blood to control your body, and they don't die.

Nobody here dies, not really. If you're killed, you'll return in a week with a bit of yourself taken away for a time. Them included. Only...they have some way of sacrificing us, killing us forever. So we don't come back. They're a cult of fanatics, and they are all insane. I've met them, fought them, I've been forced to work with them against a fourth party.

[She lets go now, but she's probably squeezed hard enough to have left red marks on his arm.]

And we can. But...there's something I want to ask you.