It’d been weird, being back in a war zone. Kix had thought he’d seen it all with his siblings, and yet... some of the scrapes the infantry got into made him wonder if he should be giving some sort of lecture on personal health and safety. They were all more suicidal than Hardcase had been some days and it was getting to be a dash absurd.
But it was also incredibly lonely.
Sure, Atera was nice to see around when she wasn’t busy (or hiding injuries). And Keturah had been a spot of sunshine that had been unexpected, but not unwelcome. But between long hours and his odd life experience, it was... difficult to connect to people in any way Kix found meaningful.
So it’d been a surprise when he’d managed to leave his little tent of operations and wander around for a little bit. He didn’t do it often, but it was decent-ish weather and he needed caff.
It came as a shock when he saw someone like him doing supplies. Even more surprising when he was fondly greeted by Ahsoka. Wait...
“Rex!” He yelled. It felt like a dream, a nightmare maybe. He was looking in every mirror from before he grew everything out but stars above if he was right...
@ofleadersx // Rex!
rex’s smile fell. ❝ right. right. ❞ the worry and pain he’d felt through that entire fucked-up experience, all he’d lost -- it was hard to even think about again. ❝ i’m sorry. for everything. there’s always something that i’m sure i could’ve done, but i didn’t, and for that i’m sorry. ❞ he didn’t want kix to resent him for the unfortunate turn of events.
“Hey,” Kix said, steadying his brother slightly. “You couldn’t have done anything alright? Dooku made sure of that. I was grabbed without a word, without a mention. I... I was trying to help you. Help everyone. It just... didn’t go as planned.” He said with a sigh and as he ran his hand through his hair.


















