Rex was lying on the ground. At least, he assumed it was some sort of ground. The entirety that surrounded him was utter blackness. Something was crushing him, forcing the clone into the inky darkness, yet he couldn't see it.
Wh-What?
Rex turned his head to see general Skywalker and commander Tano standing beside him.
Hello, he said cheerfully.
What happened? Anakin asked, gesturing to the blackness.
Rex shrugged nonchalantly; being trapped here didn't seem like such a big deal. I dunno. What's up?
Anakin looked concerned. He knelt down next to Rex, but didn't do anything to lift the weight on top of the clone. No, you need—you need help.
Rex didn't understand. I need...help?
Ahsoka nodded in affirmation. Definitely.
Rex frowned; 'help' was a familiar word, but he couldn't remember what it meant. What's help? he asked.
Assistance, Ahsoka supplied. Supportive action. Her own eyes were filled with worry. You really need some.
Oh. Rex hadn't thought about that before. He'd always been the one to help others. Ok, thanks.
Sure, Anakin said, straightening. He and Ahsoka began fading into darkness. Good luck.
Rex watched them disappear, still unmoving on the ground. He decided asking for help was a good start. Help, he called out. Help!
Oh, how can I help? A figure emerged from the darkness.
Rex jolted slightly. He was looking back at his own face. He was literally looking at the same version of himself, but the Rex he was looking at wasn't trapped. Except this newcomer—this Not-Rex—had glowing white eyes, and a glowing white outline.
What? he asked, still startled.
Is...is there a way I can help? Not-Rex questioned.
Rex didn't know how to answer that. It was too complicated; he didn't even know why he needed help. He just knew he needed some because general Skywalker and commander Tano told him that he did.
I need help, was all he could answer.
Not-Rex was silent for a moment as he looked over Rex's trapped body. Do you want help? he asked finally.
Rex didn't understand. What?
Not-Rex slowly shook his head back and forth. You don't want help, he said decidedly.
I don't?
No.
Alright, Rex said. Well, thank you.
You're welcome, Not-Rex replied, smiling. He waved cheerfully. Goodbye.
Bye, Rex said, watching the glowing outline of Not-Rex disappear.
And Rex was once again left alone inside of his own mind.