"Some people," it murmurs fractiously; there have always been people unacceptable to the Jedi orthodoxy, or she wouldn't need an army for her Peace at all. But it's his only interruption.

"I know. I know," he murmurs softly, nuzzling Fives' neck. But it only makes Jedao feel more wild about Fives; only makes him more perfect, only makes Jedao feel even less alone.

"I know you did." That Fives served with everything he had in him, that he wanted the only thing he was allowed to want with all his gallant heart.