Fortunately, Wrath needs no further convincing. He blinks, but nods.

"... Oh... okay."

A second crisis, averted.

He would not tell Mom Lust about the ironic similarities between their deaths. This is fine with him, because... even if it is funny, he does not have a particularly good time thinking about it, anyway.

If he had been going to say anything else on the topic, it's cut off by a wide yawn that had been building pretty much since the moment he first sat up. It is really early...