Five keeps his eye on Wrath as they walk back. After he struggled to fill the vials, he really hadn't expected any help with the guards who came after them, and it's obvious that his efforts might have accelerated the poison's effects. If Five weren't already so tired, he could have taken care of them in an instant and teleported them back here. Not that it matters. Everything worked out and they aren't all that late.
He would have liked to clean more of the blood off before they went walking the streets, but it's dark enough to miss. It might even sell the story to the necromancers that some of the blood is Wrath's. Thankfully Allison and Emilia seem to be finished around the same time. Somehow a plan can come together so easily when it's not about preventing doomsday.
At Emilia's question, he nods but doesn't make any overt gesture to where he has the vials. He won't make that handoff until they're inside.
"No problem." He looks between them, but when he glances back at Wrath he sees the shadows and narrows his eyes briefly before slowly turning back. "Come on. You can swap stories later."
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He would have liked to clean more of the blood off before they went walking the streets, but it's dark enough to miss. It might even sell the story to the necromancers that some of the blood is Wrath's. Thankfully Allison and Emilia seem to be finished around the same time. Somehow a plan can come together so easily when it's not about preventing doomsday.
At Emilia's question, he nods but doesn't make any overt gesture to where he has the vials. He won't make that handoff until they're inside.
"No problem." He looks between them, but when he glances back at Wrath he sees the shadows and narrows his eyes briefly before slowly turning back. "Come on. You can swap stories later."