[ Five trudges along, still on edge but with a more direct task now: escort Kamala back. He can worry about the next steps once he puts some space between them and the mob that keeps finding him. ]

Sticking together is just going to make you a target too, you know. [ She might object, but it's irrefutable. Just like the fact that it's his own fault for claiming ownership of the tongue and dragging it around for so long. ]

I need to figure something out. We don't have a lot of leverage against him.