And yet it worked. In some backwards, impossible way, they created an anomaly that has been cycling through these past few years for who knows how long. Five could spout off a hundred ways it could fall like a house of cards and wreck havoc on time, but he can't deny that they did something he can't. Magic.

He's grateful he has Wrath to sort out that part of the equation. Hopefully it'll stay that way if they don't solve this by the next jump.

"Good." It went without saying, but for some reason the reassurance is nice to hear every now and then. Five would welcome a chance to redeem himself after Hell, but he won't kid himself that he can do it alone. His gaze lingers on Wrath for a moment or two, then he straightens back up and nods.

"I'll check in later with whatever I find."

And with that he disappears in a flash of blue.