"I know that I came from a different point in the Dallas timeline," Luther says, easily bullied into getting his head back once he sees Viktor's unmarked. "You missed out on the point of my departure, which was... our Five and old man Five, who was really several days younger than our Five, going at it in a homicidal rage."

He winces at the taste of the blood going down his throat. "So I didn't remember the farm, and Lila, and all of that. I knew about it from talking to all of you here. And then everything from the new timeline... until after I was, uh. Gone again. I hope that wasn't the end."

The shape of Sloane against him as he faded tries to impress itself upon him now. "Were you there until the end? Did it end?" His hands shake now.