Look, most of the stories that involve me, Diego, and his knives end with one of them wedged or near-wedged somewhere unpleasant. It's a defense mechanism.

[He shrugs his shoulders in an easy roll, cracks his neck sharply to one side (it'd gotten worse in Vietnam, of all places).]

But yeah, it's not like we left them all under Luther's control. He might still be out-numbered by people who have common sense, even if Diego is with them. Like I said, not worried.