Some late evening near the end of year 13 ARS, the barracks were nearly empty, except for two young clones. A mere two months had passed since they'd graduated, and even less time had passed since, well, Rishi.
Echo was sitting next to Fives, who had buried his face in to his hands. Echo wasn't sure if he was just tired or if he was grieving their brothers. They had obviously been grieving Nub and O'Niner too, but they hadn't been part of Domino squad. But domino was all but gone and broken up now, and it would never be whole again. He and Fives hadn't really gotten to know Nub that well, all they knew was that his name stood for non useful body. Droidbait had befriended him though. Droidbait...
Echo put a hand on Fives shoulder, asking him if he was okay. He wasn't expecting an answer, and he was right, because Fives didn't respond. "It's gonna be okay, ner vod." He whispered. To his surprise, Fives responded. "No it's not."
Echo took out his golden medal from kamino, which he'd kept in his pocket, and looked at it. For a split second he felt almost as if he was there again, when they had made it, when they weren't failures anymore. Echo could see a reflection of his face on the medal, he looked surprisingly calm.
He looked over at Fives again, his face was still buried in his hands. "I know you're mourning them vod. Let it out." Echo whispered.
"I could've saved them. But I weren't strong enough, not good enough. It was all my fault." Fives mumbled, finally looking at him.
"It was nobody's fault Fives. Not yours, not mine." Echo told him.
"But we fell, like dominos."
"I know, ner vod, I know."
(A/N: 13 ARS is the same as 22 BBY. Also I used two mando'a words, because from what I remember, all the kamino grown clones are taught a little bit of mando'a. Ner vod= my(ner) brother(vod) Vod= Brother.)