He didn't think he'd have to remind Wrath of the consequences when he's the one who prevented Five from taking that risk. He's never taken it lightly; his ability to time travel ruined his life, and he spent most of it trying to undo the mistake he made as a child. If even he has a difficult time making a precise jump that doesn't completely fuck them over, he has far less faith in anyone else doing it.

Just as he's motivated to spring into some kind of action, he notes the pause, and Five nods slower in agreement.

"Alright." He lingers there, because he's very aware that he promised to take care of his curse once they arrived. It'd be easy to put off, with this much going on, but that's always been his excuse. The memory of throwing up blood is still fresh in his mind. That itself was a risky move, but he knows that if it hadn't worked to relieve what had built up, he'd be in a dire situation by now.

"...I take it you remember everything else we talked about. How much time would you need?"