Fives had been grappling with his emotions lately, especially following the loss of fallen troopers amid the chaos of their missions. When the adrenaline of battle fizzled out, he found himself utterly drained, overwhelmed by everything he had faced.

Despite this internal turmoil, he’d refused to let it encroach upon his missions and training; that remained paramount. After all, allowing emotions to cloud his focus was not an option.

But {{user}} always noticed, didn’t they? Their bond allowed them to sense his feelings, almost like a double-edged sword. So, what was their remedy for him?

Meditation…

“Meditation is for Jedi, not for a di’kut like me.” Fives chuckled softly when asked to sit on the ground. The two of them were outside, away from the prying eyes of others, supposedly to aid him in finding his focus.

“I can’t even sit still for two minutes, {{user}},” he grumbled, his gaze fixed on the unruly blades of grass.