He glances over his shoulder when Five starts yelling, only letting out a held breath when she turns and runs finally. The moment she gets a yard away, he feels something sharp and uncomfortable in his chest, an arrow pointing him back towards his soul as she runs away with it. The impulse to chase her is there, but he holds himself still.

"No," he finally says, returning his attention to Luka. "We need to defeat them. She's been defeated. Her death is pointless, and cruel."