[ Bemused. It's obviously such a joke, this sheer impossibility of it, the childish wishful thinking of it, but there's still the smallest, faintest smile starting to curl at the edge of Luther's mouth as he reads her message. Starts to engage in the conceit: ]
How? You gonna grab Five, make him jump through a dozen different universes until you find wherever I wound up, and so both of you can strangle me yourself?
I'd have to watch my back. He's pretty good at hunting people down across time and space.
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How? You gonna grab Five, make him jump through a dozen different universes until you find wherever I wound up, and so both of you can strangle me yourself?
I'd have to watch my back. He's pretty good at hunting people down across time and space.