Wrath notes the steadiness of Five's hands and his ease at being around corpses. It is clear he is accustomed to murder. He takes in a deep breath, straightening again, managing to pull himself together once more. This poison will not be what sends him back to Hell. He will not leave Emilia alone to this world.

By the time Five has selected the weapons, he manages to straighten again, noting the sharpness of the blades, nodding at the sight. They are well crafted, and they should be used by someone who was not involved at all with the man now lying dead in his chair in front of his desk. They now have all four of the vials they need (the narration forgot they needed four, but just handwaving that they would not forget and would get four).

He holds out the vial to Five with a barely restrained sigh. There is no need to speak about it for him to understand why it is better that Five is the one to hold on to all the vials.

His shoulders straighten again, and his expression is set into determination as he contains his frustration. He is ready when Five is.