The good thing about this universe or pocket dimension or cage or whatever it was? Not a lot of places for her to go. Even if did waste time calling his siblings and effectively letting her get a head start, where was she going to go? She was trapped, same as he was, and it’d really just be a matter of time. But did she know that? Hard to know for sure, but her lack of blaming him made me think maybe not. Then again, he supposed there were any number of people she could blame if she knew, which made it all the more difficult to really know.
Was her death his fault? Five couldn’t say he felt particularly guilty about her demise, but guilt had nothing to with fault. He didn’t think so, but he could understand where Lila was coming from. And, were he honest, he wasn’t even sure he’d wanted The Handler dead so much as out of his way and off his back. He’d wanted to be done with her. But dead? Despite multiple opportunities to do so, he wasn’t quite so sure about whether or not he wanted her dead. Whether or not he did required more thought and introspection than he had time or desire for. As did any potential conversation with her about it.
“You ran and instincts kicked in,” he said simply. “Wanted to see what you were up to, now that we’re stuck together.” He took a slow step in the opposite direction that she’d taken, knowing full well he’d given her more space to run. Briefly, he glanced to the wider space, then back at her, his expression clear that he had no desire to chase her again. “I’ll let you tell Diego you’re here. Hell, you can tell all of them if you want, or I can. I don’t care. Just let him hear it from you.” And not just because he was pretty sure Diego would assume he’d hurt her, or at least attempted to hurt her. Five thought his brother deserved to hear it from her.
“But if you can’t--” He shrugged. Sharing the hard or strange or bad news was something he was getting used to. He could do it again if he had to. “No ultimatum. But if you can’t tell him, let me know, and I can. Just think he’d prefer hearing it from you.” Because, in the end, these people mattered to him far more than he did. He took another slow step to the side, angling backward to put more distance between her and himself. He wouldn’t turn his back on her, but he’d give her the space to leave if she wanted it.