"I did not, you just wanted to kill each other more than you wanted to do anything else," Luther answers, and even if he's griping about it, that doesn't mean he's still, somehow, counting it as a fond memory.

"Not the-- Five, you saw where I was staying," he says. "This is a good place, and it has almost all of us here now." He grins down at his brother, feeling something like contentment for the first time in a long time. "You found us a home. Of course I want to in it."