Luka lands in the recliner— jolted by the impact, disoriented, and irritated now by being soaking wet. He stays motionless until the conversation between the two voices reaches him.

Ah, that voice. It's me. He thinks. For once in his life Luka is disappointed to hear his own voice. That guy, again. What a pain.

And then: Five..? At first she seems to be advocating for him, until she follows up on her intentions. Of course not. Ugh.

He's grateful that Nine is still with him. At least someone was. He's also grateful that, despite finding himself in a police interrogation room, he's mercifully not handcuffed.

"Stabbing is a little extreme, don't you think?"