Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

12 | is it too late to kill milton greene?

The car hurtled down the empty road, its silence filled with the weight of Five's apprehension as they got closer and closer to the coordinates Hazel and Cha-Cha agreed to meet at. Y/N sat in the back, a black suitcase resting beside her knees, the true key of the mission. Luther was at the wheel, his knuckles white with tension as he turned down the road, and Five was sat next to him, his eyes wandering over the passing fields before he sighed, breaking the silence.

"You know, I never enjoyed it."

Y/N looked up, intrigued by Five's sudden confession. "What?"

"The killing," Five clarified, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and detachment.

Y/N leaned forward, curiosity piqued by the rare glimpse into Five's past. "I mean, I was... I was good at my work, and I took pride in it, but it never gave me pleasure," Five continued, his gaze distant. "I think it was all those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully, her mind drifting to her own experience. She wasn't entirely alone in the Umbrella Academy after everyone left; she still had Grace, Pogo, and even Reginald, if you counted him. But Grace was gone now, another casualty of the chaotic events involving Hazel and Cha-Cha. The loss still stung.

"Yeah, well, you were gone for such a long time. I only spent four years on the moon, but that was more than enough. It's the being alone that breaks you," Luther chimed in, his voice heavy with shared understanding. "Do you think they'll buy it?"

Luther glanced at the briefcase beside Y/N, and she nodded. Five had explained how the Commission used it for teleportation and time travel. She had seen it in action with Hazel and Cha-Cha. It was practically identical, though it lacked the advanced machinery they were accustomed to.

"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate," Five remarked, a small smirk playing on his lips. "It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in some deep trouble."

The car came to a halt on the side of the road. Luther and Five began bickering over who would hold the briefcase, a scene that might have seemed childish under different circumstances. Not in their current predicament. 

"I'll take it, alright?" Y/N snapped, snatching the boxy briefcase from their hands with an impatient huff.

Luther and Five exchanged awkward glances, both looking away from each other, unsure of how to respond as she hugged it over her chest protectively, shooting the both of them a scolding glare. 

The group remained sat in the car for a moment more, as the three of them continued to ponder what might happen if the outcome of their hand-off wasn't successful. This was their last plan, the only remaining course of action between the present and the not-so-distant future of doom. They couldn't afford to fuck it up. 

"I mean, I've lived a long life, Luther. But you're still a young man. Don't waste it," Five said, his tone unexpectedly earnest.

Y/N cringed at Five's words, getting the feeling that what Five said wasn't as inspirational as he intended for it to be. From the expression on Luther's bewildered face, he must've thought the same thing. The ape turned to look at her, his thoughts unreadable as he observed the girl's face.

"What?" Y/N questioned, confused and slightly uncomfortable.

"Should you really be here for this? You don't know what the Handler's capable of."

Y/n scoffed in disbelief, prepared to shoot Luther an insulting reply before she faltered, recognizing the hint of guilt and concern over Luther's face.  "Well, both of us know what Hazel and Cha-Cha are capable of. Let's just start with that," Y/N remarked, being the first to step out of the car before she slammed the door shut.