( Closer, yet something in him feels rattled, as if his entire person objects to the turbulence of halving distance and covering ground so abruptly. He nods, undefeated but strangely hesitant —

And together, at last, they enter the warehouse, dark and dank and large past bearing. His hand stays on his sword, agitated but not excused of his senses and permitted the instinct to linger both forewarned and forearmed. )

You share in Five's skill. ( ...a compliment, a statement, or an insult. He too is uncertain. )