Luther remains quiet for a few seconds as he considers it.

As a truth, it obviously wants out; holding it in, at times, fills him with the same bleak anger he'd known on the moon. Worse, maybe, because deep down even he knew Reginald Hargreeves was never meant to love any of them.

He thinks he and Allison still love each other, in some fractured way. Too dangerous to touch.

"I do," Luther finally says. "I haven't figured out how to tell my brothers. The ones that are here, and I'm sure if I ever see the others again. It's about my sister. About Allison."