There's a moment between all of this back and forth, just like their reunion at the estate, with everyone coming back together just to clash at each other, to run around in needless circles, it makes him want to...get away from this, get his head clear, find solutions on his own.

But he's been alone for so many years. And those consecutive stings of failure and trying to shoulders too many burdens are still fresh in his memory. Five knows he has to buckle down and face this like the man he is, not the boy this body suggests.

So, he straightens his posture and continues to be patient. "No, I don't recall any of that," he relents, trying to be some semblance of cooperative with Number One. The leader. "Consider it another version of me, some bunk alternate timeline, whatever you want. It's irrelevant now."

Maybe someone else would be worried about the implications of Luther's statement, but...the Temps Commission did their work on Five. You look at the facts, take time for what it is, deal with things as needed. It's just business.

Five puts a comforting hand on Number Three's shoulder. Senses the tension there. A blink, a push through space with the sudden force of his will, and they're both across the street. Got to watch out for onlookers.

He rattles off the details Luther wants, keeping his voice low and making sure he's being listened to. "Got it?"