I wrote this in celebration of Sweden's Måns Zelmerlöw winning Eurovision! (I'm Swedish.) I was so happy I smiled a little and sat up straighter in my chair! ;)
Ahsoka walked slowly and carefully through the cafeteria of the Resolute for another cup of caf. There were bags under her eyes, her lekku drooped, and her skin tone was a few shads darker than it usually was.
She couldn't sleep. She wouldn't. Sleeping would just make her relieve her gigantic failure at Ryloth. Her squadron had died because of her. Bright sparks of life, extinguished because of her.
She was a failure.
The serving droid dutifully handed her what she needed to stay awake. Making her way to a table, she stared at the dull gray durasteel of the cup. The dark, murky depths of the caf itself. The clones didn't exactly get high quality food. Thinking about clones just led her train of thought back to what she was not trying to think about…Ahsoka put her head in her hands.
She was a failure.
Just…crawling into a hole and dying seemed like a good option right now.
No. She was a Jedi, and she was strong. She would not think such thoughts. Ahsoka took a sip of her caf.
She was still a failure.
She had to stop feeling sorry for herself.
Even if she strongly disliked it, Ahsoka would go meditate. It would help dissipate the darkness and sadness that surrounded her soul.
But before she could go meditate, one small part of her consciousness noticed her Master, Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, come sit down next to her. Even in the middle of the night, her kind and caring Master sensed the discord that emanated from her soul.
"Ahsoka you really should try to get some sleep…Please?" Anakin was worried. He'd never seen Ahsoka act like this.
"Do, or do not. There is no try, remember? I'm feeling more "do not' than "do" right now, Master. muttered Ahsoka as her head sank down even lower than before.
"Ahsoka…"sighed Anakin.
"Will I ever be the same?" asked Ahsoka quietly.
"Maybe. Probably. Only time will tell. You are a strong Jedi, Ahsoka. Follow orders for once and don't drink any more caf." said Anakin.
"But what about the clones…?mumbled Ahsoka tiredly.
"Remember the last precept- there is no death, there is the Force. Now, get to your quarters and go to sleep." said Anakin, lacing the last sentence with Force suggestion.
"Yes, Master…"almost-whispered Ahsoka, eyelids drooping from tiredness. Leaving her caf behind, she walked out of the room.
When Ahsoka had left, Anakin was alone with the caf in the large, empty hall.
He picked it up and walked over to the serving droid. He set it on the counter, walked to his quarters, and followed his own advice.
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