Emilia is not scared off by Five's biting ways — but in the same breath, is also aware of how swift and lethal he can be when he wishes. Perhaps it is ill-advised, to ask about a ghost that still brings him wound. There is true anguish she can sense when she stays long enough in his presence, fueled by more than grief. Fueled by more than fragments of a mirror, maybe.

But she cares enough to ask regardless, and listens in earnest. She only caught bits and pieces of the display in question, and so cannot give an informed opinion of her own. It seems there's been enough of that for one night, as it is.

"A formidable woman. It sounds like you met your match."

Dolores clearly held her own with him, as not just anyone would address Five in such a way. Emilia takes the bottle to pour herself some of the rum in a cup, and then hands it back to him. After a moment of silence, she adds, "You can trust him, you know."

He can trust Wrath, if no one else. Something Emilia would not have said only a year ago, when she'd thought him the architect of nightmares. The evil feared the world over: a true lord of darkness. Now she knows better. Knows he is neither good nor evil. He simply exists, a fallen angel ruled by duty. If she'd trust anyone with a magic tongue, it would be him.

Trouble seems to be one of the requisites with this group. Emilia and Five themselves are no exception. Needs conflict at every turn, and decisions must be made. Many of them possess enough conviction to do what they believe must be done, and rarely will their thoughts align so perfectly. There is no one leader making collective decisions, but that might be for the best.

Choice is power, Wrath would say. For better and for worse.