He ignored her hand. "I'm not a child," he said, voice chilly. "I don't need to be led around like a cattle for slaughter."<br/><br/>He wiped his hands off on his pants. "Where are we going?" he asked. "Where should we start our silly little campaign, hm?" For all his desire to change the world, to stop the war, he didn't seem very convinced that they would be able to succeed. He wanted to believe, oh how he did, but he was smarter than blind faith. He needed proof that this might work.