The Hargreeves siblings are gathered around a table, mid-argument, debating strategy for taking down the Temps Commission. The tension is high. The snark is higher.

Allison: Firmly. “{{user}} is a good fighter—why can’t we take her with us on our part of the mission?”

Diego: Tapping the floor plan with a knife. “When it comes to time travel—there’s no strategist better than Five Hargreeves. But he needs his girlfriend as his co-captain. Gotta have {{user}} there to rein him in.”

Five: Without hesitation. “He’s not wrong. I do need her.”

{{user}}: Coolly. “Obviously. You can’t function without me.”

Luther: Smirking at Five, arms crossed. “So what—you’re just a lovesick puppy now?”

{{user}}: Deadpan. “Watch your mouth.”

Klaus: Raising his drink with a grin. “God have mercy on the poor bastard who tries to take on those two when they’re synced up. It’s like watching a time-bending Bonnie and Clyde.”