There, that doesn't take too long now does it? Five watches as Luther (young and full of vigor, not that haunted hulk of a man Reginald Hargreeves had molded him into) comes sprinting toward them at a determined clip. Shoulders up, hands folded behind his back, he lets his assessing gaze wander over his brother. Trying to determine what he can at face value, which isn't insignificant.
Five might have strong desires to go off on his own, but he doesn't have any urge to try on the mantle of leader. Not like Diego, Number One's eternal rival. His mind was meant for more important matters, not some trivial pissing contest between one member of the Academy and another.
"That we are," Five agrees dryly. "So now what? I hate to break it to you, but I only just got here." (And as for Number Three, well, who can say?)
Not enough time to offer a sufficient sitrep, is it? Any strategic insight will just have to wait. For now—Five might look a little cold and removed, but he doesn't argue Luther's statement. If they're together, at least in some part, then that's a more favorable position than where they apparently started.
He sighs, holding himself a few steps back, letting the other two get their usual business out of their system. After all, no matter the time and circumstance, some things run forever in the same obvious course. And he didn't need to spend years working as a hit man for a shady, clandestine operation obsessed with a perfect timeline to tell him that. No, it's been right in front of their eyes this whole time.
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Five might have strong desires to go off on his own, but he doesn't have any urge to try on the mantle of leader. Not like Diego, Number One's eternal rival. His mind was meant for more important matters, not some trivial pissing contest between one member of the Academy and another.
"That we are," Five agrees dryly. "So now what? I hate to break it to you, but I only just got here." (And as for Number Three, well, who can say?)
Not enough time to offer a sufficient sitrep, is it? Any strategic insight will just have to wait. For now—Five might look a little cold and removed, but he doesn't argue Luther's statement. If they're together, at least in some part, then that's a more favorable position than where they apparently started.
He sighs, holding himself a few steps back, letting the other two get their usual business out of their system. After all, no matter the time and circumstance, some things run forever in the same obvious course. And he didn't need to spend years working as a hit man for a shady, clandestine operation obsessed with a perfect timeline to tell him that. No, it's been right in front of their eyes this whole time.