( were it a better time, maybe five would be inclined to ask. likely not, because that statement alone carried enough implications on its own, experience compounded into a hard statement. he'll take it at face value, because at least that much he knows.

he might be more inclined to ask about the history book, were he less annoyed. )

Are you serious? Of course not. ( he's also not here to bullshit anyone. no, he hasn't looked everywhere. that's an impossible task when you can barely find your own ass, let alone stop your teeth from chattering.

the voices seem to give a particularly loud hiss next to his ear, and it has him jerking a shoulder up with a cuss of his own.

here's the thing. five isn't the sort of person who'll risk his life for a stranger; not for a lack of empathy - though if asked, he'd certainly be inclined to say that - but because his family had always come first. as did getting back to them, and he couldn't do that - he couldn't save them and the world along with them - if he was dead. right now was much the same and he hated himself just a little bit more for it, eyes harder and voice painfully distant. still, he tries and can't really explain why. ) I can get us back. We have ten minutes to look around for any signs of life.

I'm not freezing my ass off before I can find a way out, and definitely not for something I don't think exists.

Take it or leave it.