Five can hear Emilia and Wrath give their warnings, but he's still staring resolutely at the flames. The smell of ash invades his senses and it's all he can do to not let himself be distracted by how familiar this feels. Not the way it is for them. Hell was never his home, and the apocalypse was never more than a barren smoldering wasteland, yet he can't escape the way this seems like somewhere he belongs.

His expression contorts from confusion to alarm as he glances to the others, but their reactions don't match what he sees. Memories of himself as a child, the day he left in arrogance and abandoned his family. When he was lost to time. He steps forward when the vision twists and pulls like a curtain to reveal his brother, shackled in chains.

Something breaks in him, and with it all reasoning drains away. Of all the siblings he's searched for and failed to hold onto, it's the one that was lost long before who finds him. He tried to fix the equations, he tried...

"Ben." The name nearly chokes him, and for a moment it feels like the anguish he's carrying around belongs to his brother. Some of it must with how tortured he looks, and it overtakes him the moment he loses his hold over the curse. Not real. Five takes a shaky breath and lets it out, but Ben doesn't disappear and his screams of agony resonate deep within him to drown out anything his companions have to say. When Ben lifts his head, his scared eyes lock with his and he barely mouths the word 'Five' before he disappears in a flash.

In another second he's at his side and looking panicked at the chains. He asks for his help, and Five nods hurriedly, but when he tries to call on his powers again nothing happens. The metal feels real when he touches his binds, and so do the flames bearing down on them.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promises. He won't. He doesn't know how to bring his brother back, but he refuses to leave him here to rot.