For a moment it looks like Allison has the upper hand and then his head spins to see Diego crouched over Luther's unmoving form. Even from here, Five can see his huge chest isn't rising with breath and he feels a wave of failure hit him and threaten to drown him.

Allison is distracted and he moves to help, but he's still stuck in place. Up until the moment a shotgun blast cracks through the air and the Swede falls back with a thud. Vanya's friend is pale and staring at the man she just shot, but Five can barely give her a second thought because he finds himself standing over yet another dead sibling.

"He's gone," he says, his voice sounding dead to his own ears as he stares at Luther's still face between Allison's hands. He swallows thickly and kneels beside Allison, reaching for her wrist.

"Again," he says. He doesn't know if he can keep doing this. He can feel every bit of himself protesting at the energy he's using to rewind time and to bring Allison back with him, but he can't do it on his own. Even if he hates that she has to live these loses out with him.

They go backwards, the others moving around them. This time he can't go all the way back. He hits a wall when the Swede taps his ears. He pushes against the rumor holding him in place but it's immovable.

He looks over at Allison, unable to help her.