He silently watches as Garrot has the same realization he's been having in pieces for the past week. It feels awful, he knows, and he opens his mouth to add on to the horrific news of it all. When the monsters die, they wake up the next year to do it all over again. When they live, they're able to grow into more complete people. There is no difference between One and Five, except that One dies so early every year.

He thinks better of it after a moment though, shutting his mouth when Garrot sounds so sharp all of a sudden. It's nice to be on the same page. He still wonders about Luka, but Garrot seems completely ready to help the monsters as much as possible. He smiles weakly at him, taking a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Mmhm. We need to tell everyone else. That's why I'm trying to gather everyone," he says, sighing roughly. It has been an awful, stressful morning. "Will you help?"