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"We had our orders, Evan." Sarge explained.
A tear rolled down the youngling's cheek. He looked at the four clones that had saved his life. He had thought he had come to understand the clones. In a way, he had come to look up to them as they brought him safely through the enemy lines. He looked down at the jedi whose body lay less than a meter away then back up at the leader of the Aiwha Squadron. "But, he was on your side! He was helping our people! The jedi have fought beside you!"
"It's not our place to question orders." Sarge's voice was impassive.
Evan stood frozen to the spot in disbelief as Sarge waved for his men to follow him. He watched as the four left the refugee camp, then sat down on the ground. If they killed someone so easily whom moments before they called a comrade, they could have killed me on someone's orders without feeling anything but duty.He sat there feeling more scared and alone than he had when he hid in the barn after his family was killed.
Gone was his innocence.
Gone was his belief in good.
In their place was bitter grief and fear.
His life will never be the same.
He was alone…
…a war orphan…
…an unexpected victim of order sixty-six.
The End