#v;alive

“I fight for what I believe in, for freedom and for what is right.”

“Could-could it be? After all these years? How is this possible?” Padmé couldn’t believe it, after all these years and all these rumors she had heard about her dear friend Ahsoka. “You’re alive?”

The nurse led her charge down the hall. “Thank you for coming, it’s suprisingly hard to figure out someone when they’re covered in concrete and then again when they’re in a coma. Now he’s almost back to full strength surprisingly enough. But I will warn you there was some intensive damage done to his body. And while the concrete is now out. He’s still going to have complications.” She explained stopping in front of the door to a room.

“Now remember he’s still healing okay?” she smiled and opened the door. The man on the bed turned his head one eye silver grey, the other a warm charcoal. He waved with one bandaged arm.