A.N: because I have a lot of Ahsoka feels
Her ship was full of things he'd given her. A gem from their time on Christophsis. The bracelet he'd given her for her 15th birthday. The music player from her 16th.
"You are not using paper cups, are you? Don't you own anything?"
"I...didn't want to get to comfortable...in case you sent me back."
"You're not getting rid of me that easy! Come on, Snips. This is your home. Let's make it feel like one."
All her dishes.
The picture on her desk. The three of them together. Laughing. Happy.
"Skyguy must have left in such a hurry. He'll be so happy to see we've grabbed all this stuff...when he finds us." She nabbed an old photo sitting on his desk. When Anakin found them, it would be a nice memory to have. Of before things went bad.
"Kid...I-"
"Rex, he's alive. He's got to be."
"It's been a month, 'Soka..."
She loaded up her pack with holobooks and dishes, her face angled away from his. "This will make our little bunker feel more like home. We should head back..it isn't safe." She paused at the sight of a drawer, slightly open, something silver peeking out from inside. Her lightsabers. Her silka beads. "He kept them" she whispered.
Her fingers slipped. The glass shattered on the tile.
"I was hoping he'd be here, Rex."
"Me too, kid."
None of this was happening. None of this was real.
"Obi-Wan...is Anakin alright?"
"...He...he's gone, Ahsoka."
Gone. That was one way of putting it.
She ran her fingers over a crack in the side of a mug he'd given her. He'd made her tea in this mug when she couldn't sleep after hard missions. He'd talk with her until she drifted off and carry her to her own bed.
He'd done that only months before...before it happened. Just months before it all went down, he was bending the rules in order to save lives. He risked his life for the lives of his troops!
She thought of all those she'd lost, all those her clone friends had been forced to murder. All the younglings whose bodies she'd seen herself, sliced through mercilessly with a lightsaber blade. Some of them, younglings who wouldn't have been there if it weren't for her...
"For Jinx." She threw her mug into the ground.
"For O-Mer." Another mug shattered.
"Byph." Crash.
"Katooni." Crash.
"Ganodi."Crash.
"Gungi." Crash.
"Petro." Crash.
"Zatt." Crash.
Her voice grew louder now. "Aayla!" Crash.
"Luminara!" A whole stack of bowls shattered on the floor.
Tears ran freely down her face now. "Plo." Her voice broke. She fell to her knees, the final stack of plates still in her hands.
"You promised me, Skyguy...you promised me you'd never let anyone hurt me." With all her might, she slammed the last of the dishes into the ground and collapsed into the pile of ceramic shards. She pulled her silka beads from her belt, holding them close to her heart. "You took them all" she whispered. "You took them all from me..."
In her nest of broken glass, she pulled her knees into her chest and cried.