Wrath remains quiet even as he lifts another potion only to set that down too. While he doesn't have the same reaction as Five, he does glance the figure's way, casually, calmly. He can feel the negative emotions radiating off of Five. He is frayed at the edges, paranoid, pacing, pulling in too much anguish.

This is what Wrath suspected would happen due to the mirror inside of him, the cursed object pulling from every source it can reach.

"They would be far more useful than me on a certain subject, but on others, most likely not. They do like to be paid for their information."

Hell works the same. He is used to it. Information is important He steps away from the shelf after he has picked out one potion, walking closer to Five as he paces.

"Hardly. A cult? ...really?" He scoffs with a dismissing shake of his head before his gaze grows more pointed while he surveys Five. "It's getting worse."