[He doesn’t know exactly what that means, though his brain attempts to fill in the holes with religious overtones. Faith, and whatnot.]

That still doesn’t make sense. I could stumble across an enemy from home here, and I would still question them before even considering running in the other direction.

[He can’t say the same for the other side—they’d probably try to kill him—but, well. That’s not the point.]

Anyone with sense would. Your brother is sensible, isn’t he?