[ When they reach Hatthevar Five has the growing suspicion that Rathakku finally managed to break open the gates to Hell after they left Alem, and the apocalypse has finally come back in full force to consume them. It looks grim. He never did finish what he was working on in the castle before they moved on; still hopelessly stuck at the same point he always is, and a breakthrough is probably years away. Which means he has no safety net to fall back on. He would question their decision to confront Matthias when they're ill prepared, but once he sees it with his own eyes, he doesn't think they'll wait for them to rise to the occasion.

The foul potion Karsa doles out does nothing to brighten his mood. Here he is, willingly drinking poison from someone he's never trusted, and nodding along as his shadow disappears like that's nothing to worry about. He goes along until he's informed that they'll need to come up with fake names and death stories to go along with them. It feels like a joke, but no, they're serious and Five can only smile sharply and silently accept that they're screwed.

How is this their best plan? ]

Cover stories work on the dead now? [ He complains to anyone nearby, because he's stressed out, they have huge problems here and it's easier to be petty in the moment. Changing his name is apparently where he draws the line. ] Even if none of them can read minds, I'd be surprised that none of them remember us. We're probably responsible for a few of them that ended up here.