"... oh." Fives' shoulders hunch and his expression twists a little, and he tries to hide it by gulping down some of his own drink. Tries not to remember his brothers' haunted faces after Krell, or the empty places in their ranks and the knowledge that it hadn't been the enemy who'd made them. That he hadn't done enough. Hadn't done it soon enough.

His hands start to shake and he has to put his cup down abruptly before he ends up wearing half the contents, though he tries to cover quickly by tucking them into his armpits.