"I know." His voice cracks just a little at that, because this is Jedao, because he doesn't have to be an automaton for him. "I saw." And even if he doesn't say it it's easy enough to tell he wishes Quentin would take that route instead.
"But dying is... I guess it's harder for him than this." And he supposes he can understand that, or try to; even if dying at Jedao's hand had been one of the easiest things he's ever done.
"I know," he agrees again, because he does. Quentin has no control over Kamski, and he can't see that he has any particularly good reason to trust the man, but he's going to anyway.
"Yeah. Okay." He can see the appeal, that Jedao needs to be worn out past the point of being able to hyperfocus on this, and he could use the distraction too. He pads over finally and drapes himself over Jedao's back, his armor left back in their room when he'd come looking for him. "Enclosure?" It may still not be working quite right, but it's working well enough for what they'd need... and gives them a little more chance of privacy for the kind of no holds barred, brutal fighting he imagines Jedao wants.
There's something more to how wound up Jedao is about this, but Fives isn't sure what or how to get at it, not right now. Maybe... maybe after wearing himself out he'll be more able to talk about it, whatever it is, he doesn't think there's any point in trying to push now.
"Come on, I'll clean up the floor with you, Cyar'ika." The one time he can confidently promise that, because no matter how many dirty tricks Jedao pulls out Fives has him outmatched when it comes to close quarters, unarmed combat... especially now that he's seen so many of his dirty tricks.
He squeezes him tight, maybe a little too tight, and heads for the door, and the Enclosure from there.
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"I told him I'd do it." And he will. For Fives just as much as Quentin.
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"But dying is... I guess it's harder for him than this." And he supposes he can understand that, or try to; even if dying at Jedao's hand had been one of the easiest things he's ever done.
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And Quentin wants them to pretend to control it. And Jedao is - angry. And he has no right to be. He has to shut it down.
"Let's go somewhere we can wrestle until I can't move."
The one form of combat where Fives has the definitive and crushing advantage.
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"Yeah. Okay." He can see the appeal, that Jedao needs to be worn out past the point of being able to hyperfocus on this, and he could use the distraction too. He pads over finally and drapes himself over Jedao's back, his armor left back in their room when he'd come looking for him. "Enclosure?" It may still not be working quite right, but it's working well enough for what they'd need... and gives them a little more chance of privacy for the kind of no holds barred, brutal fighting he imagines Jedao wants.
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"Come on, I'll clean up the floor with you, Cyar'ika." The one time he can confidently promise that, because no matter how many dirty tricks Jedao pulls out Fives has him outmatched when it comes to close quarters, unarmed combat... especially now that he's seen so many of his dirty tricks.
He squeezes him tight, maybe a little too tight, and heads for the door, and the Enclosure from there.