Jedao makes a consternated sort noise, frustrated and rueful at the same time.

"Not like that. Fuck. I hurt you all the time but I feel like this is worse because I might not even realize, because it doesn't even help us - I think you would do things that made you miserable, if I told you to. Not for the mission. Just. Off-hand. Or because you thought they'd make me happy. And you wouldn't think twice about it or even tell me you didn't want to."

His hand is so tight on Fives, that it hurts Jedao's fingers a little bit. In the smallest, most desperate voice, he asks,

"Am I wrong?"