AHSOKA.

we have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names. those who doubt you, do not know you well enough to understand how much you have been through, they have not seen your scars. those who believe in you, are the ones who know how much you have had to endure and how truly fearless you are.

                                                                  ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏ ᴊᴇᴅɪ.

yes    –    he had been falling for some time,   and it had been obi - wan’s responsibility,   his duty,   to see that and stop it.    he had failed spectacularly.    he does not say this aloud ;    it would be senseless,   cruel,   to continue to burden ahsoka with his thoughts.      “   i do not believe it possible to reach him,   no.   ”      if anyone could,   perhaps it would be ahsoka,   but he finds,   selfishly,   that he does not want her to go to anakin and try only to be killed.    he doesn’t want her to take the risk.    he cannot pretend even to himself that this is not attachment.      “   do you know how to dismantle the bond,   or would you like me to guide you through it?   ”      he inquires,   voice gentling.

HIS  BROTHERS …  HIS  FAMILY .  Shattered  in  front  of  him .  They  died  for  what ?  for  what  kind  of  purpose  did  they  let  their  life ?  this  was  no  warriors  death ,  this  was  not  what  they  deserved  but  they  deserved  a  burial .  They  deserved  to  be  treated  with  respect .  His  fingers  still  curled  around  Ahsokas  arm ,  still  holding  her  tight  to  him .  She  was  all  he  had  left  now  &  he …  he  was  all  that  she  had .  They  were  on  their  own  now ,  they  could  always  rely  on  each  other  but  healing ,  it  would  take  TIME .  ❝gather  the  helmets …  see  if  you  can  find  something  we  can  prop  them  up  with .  I  want  them  to  be  remembered .❞  for  as  long  as  this  would  last ,  for  as  long  as  this  would  stand .  Rex  slowly  let  go  of  Ahsoka  now ,  shrugged  her  embrace  off  of  his  shoulders  &  with  a  sigh ,  so  deep  and  almost  HEARTBREAKING ,  he  curled  his  fingers  around  Jesse’s  arms .  Somehow ,  this  felt  heavier  than  the  others ,  this  was  …  HEAVIER .  With  each  buried  brother ,  he  buried  a  part  of  himself ,  of  his  past .  When  he  laid  Jesse  into  the  grave  he  prepared ,  he  looked  at  him  one  last  time .  With  him ,  the  Republic  died  too  &  he  began  to  cover  him  with  the  soil .  Each  and  every  move  of  the  shovel  harder  than  the  previous .        

you always taught me to do the right thing,   she said and that, he did. from their first very lesson ago, all those years ago. anakin had tried to install that nature into her. to always follow her gut instinct, to listen to her heart, more so than anything. his mother and his master had taught him those lessons and he, had passed them down to her. it was heart warming to see, that she had actually taken in his words. that his lessons, had made an impact on her and stayed with her — even when he wasn’t there.   ❛ right. i did teach you that… and i’m glad you actually paid attention to my teachings, little one. i’m proud of you. ❜   though the thought of her, being around the pyke syndicate. left an off taste in his mouth, which only grew more-so, when she poked fun at him, for calling padmé by her title and not her name.

❛ i — i don’t know what you are talking about. or this… secret. there’s no secret. nothing to hide. me and senator amidala are friends and nothing more. ❜   who was he kidding anymore? but points for him, still trying to push forward that lie. to keep his marriage, locked under lock and key. though at her next statement, did his eyes begin to widen. padmé had been in contact with ahsoka, during this time where he was absent. the war had gotten rougher, since ahsoka had left the order. anakin couldn’t even recall off the top of his head, the last time he was even on coruscant. he was greatly missing his wife, but there was something about knowing… that she had remained in contact with the young togruta girl, that he considered his own… a daughter, more than a padawan. and helped her through her time of need ; when anakin could not. it warmed him and a gentle, and small smile grew upon his face. cheeks greatly increasing in their redness and eyes lowered to the ground.   ❛ you…. you have? you’ve spoken to padmé? a-about what? what has she been saying? ❜   and there he was, the husband desperate to hear about his wife. the woman he so desperately missed.

      ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ.   she couldn’t describe the feeling that filled her at those words. proud. he was proud of her. she was certain that it was akin to a daughter and her father, but either way, it meant something to her. more than anything in the world. SHE MISSED HIM. missed everything about being around him. missed being trained by him. he’d taught her so much, yet there was more to be learned and she knew that much. but would it ever happen again? maybe. maybe if she came back, if the jedi order allowed her back? would things be the same?    “ well, you were a good teacher, master. even if things were difficult at times. “    shrugging her shoulders gently, she allowed a light smile to grace her features as she peered back up at him.    “ but i’m glad you’re proud. i know i’m not your padawan anymore, but... when things got bad, i thought... what would anakin do. and it worked. “