Fives draws in a quiet, shuddery breath. It's hard to feel like he matters right now, no matter what Jedao says. But it helps anyway. A little.

"What am I supposed to be if I'm not calm?" he asks, quiet and painfully serious. Because he doesn't know. "If... if I let go of that-" He shakes his head, feels rage bubbling up under his skin. Loss and betrayal buzzing along his nerves. "It wouldn't be helping. It wouldn't be okay."

Jedao doesn't need his anger and hurt.