[It does hurt. Jedao knows he means it to, and that's why; and it's still completely fair.]
Okay.
Goodbye, Rhys.
[He tilts his head back against the wall, and lets himself cry, as silently as he can. Fives will notice anyway, but hopefully he'll take the quiet as a sign that Jedao doesn't want him to draw attention to it. It hurts, but it's a terrible relief, too: to hurt over something as clean and real as sorrow and grief and regret, instead of the formless heaviness of how much he hates himself.]
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Okay.
Goodbye, Rhys.
[He tilts his head back against the wall, and lets himself cry, as silently as he can. Fives will notice anyway, but hopefully he'll take the quiet as a sign that Jedao doesn't want him to draw attention to it. It hurts, but it's a terrible relief, too: to hurt over something as clean and real as sorrow and grief and regret, instead of the formless heaviness of how much he hates himself.]