Five frowns at the way Eleven keeps looking at him, if only because he doesn't know if some other memory is surfacing. Not that he's concerned about his reputation, but it makes it harder to know what reaction he'll get once the pieces come together. For a few reasons, he decides not to answer questions he hasn't asked. It'll come back to him.

He takes a moment to consider how disorienting it must be to get thrown back into this. Eleven might not realize it yet, but he had good timing, for once. Just a few days earlier Five would have discouraged walking anywhere out in the open. He's largely relied on teleporting to get around to city to avoid being followed, and the apartment he shares with Wrath was one of the only safe spaces in the city.

Things have changed, and here he is feeling strangely obligated to fill him in on their situation. With another shake of his head, he starts walking in a direction, leading away from the crowd at the beacon and towards somewhere he can gather himself.

"We've killed two undead warlords now." Eleven might remember the first, eventually. The second was taken out by his own brother. "The son of one of them is who made this city the way it is. I don't think it was a coincidence that we were brought here, all things considered."