Wrath sums up something so significant to the two of them in a single sentence that takes Five far longer to process. They broke their curse. The way Wrath talked about it, he thought that would take years to figure out, if not longer. If they weren't in the middle of a dire situation, he'd ask how.

"You...," He can't let that pass without saying something, however uncertain their relationship is. What he says is sincere, if slightly odd sounding coming from him. "That's great. I'm happy for you."

He would have liked if they'd had a better opportunity to celebrate, but he did see Wrath tearing apart their enemies. It must have been cathartic in a way that Five can only partially understand.

"A source. You think it originated here first?" He doesn't have any way to tell the difference from this water to the types they've seen throughout this world. They've never had much of a clue what it was or why it kept appearing. "Does that mean we can cut it off?"