Fives nods. He gets that if you've been through - whatever Bucky's been through, and that makes Fives very angry to even consider - that a born soldier is going to be a weird concept.

So he drops it, turns to the writing.

"Aurebesh - the writing. That's," he pauses, taps his shoulder, "Hevy, my brother.

"Only ever seen the writing from my galaxy, though, so I guess you've been talking to a Jedi? Or - that pilot, Cassian?"