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    It isn’t that Ahsoka isn’t grateful, exactly, it’s just that… she’s tired. She’s been running and hiding and fighting for so long that when Ana - when Darth Vader plunged his lightsaber into her heart, it was almost like relief.

    It isn’t that Rex was planning to die on Endor. It’s just that - once he stops screaming in his head - he can’t help but feel vaguely disappointed. He had died fighting, as a clone should, fighting to give the galaxy a peace that he had only found in death.

    Now that’s been snatched away, like everything else. She’s fourteen years old with lekku that tickle her shoulders and her legs ache with the promise of a growth spurt; he’s ten-slash-twenty again and his joints don’t ache and there’s a chip in his head that can make him kill his Jedi.

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