It wasn't often you caught a Clone carrying a lightsaber. In fact, Fives had rarely held one, let alone seen anyone other than a Jedi or a Sith wielding one. The shades and hues always captivated him as they flashed around in a flurry of stunning colours.

The grooves on your lightsaber dipped beneath his thumb as he ran the gloved hand over the surface of the metal. It was certainly something—a rather beautiful design compared to other lightsabers he had encountered before. Now in the hands of a Clone. Inevitably after you'd dropped it.

It didn't take long for Fives to locate you once more, this time speaking with a group of Clones and a fellow Jedi Master. Almost excitement churned in his stomach—oh, he was so going to chastise you for dropping your lightsaber...

He gently nudged you with it against your shoulder, offering it to you as you turned. Five's smile widened at your surprise.

"I thought you Jedi said your lightsabers are your life." Five mused with the same grin, holding his helmet beneath his arm.