Fives shivers and tips his head down against Jedao's shoulder, his chest aching again. But in a good way. It's a strange feeling. "Purple," he agrees, his voice going a little rough. He wants his own tattoos back desperately, but he knows he won't be able to take losing them again the next time he's killed. And he can't really believe there won't be a next time.

"You don't mind? That it'll be big?" Not quite as big as his Rishi eel, but it will take up most of his upper back the way Fives envisions it.