Obi-wan stared at his hands as he sat in his ship quarters, struggling to release all of his emotion to the force like he was taught. He can still remember the pain he felt before Anakin closed off his side of the bond. The way the force seemed to beam with joy when his brother disappeared under the earth. The way he could hear Ahsoka's heart break when her teacher and brother was gone

Obi-wan will never forget the look on her face and that heartbreaking sob she made when their bond with Anakin was destroyed. He will never forget the way his heart ached after their bond was torn to shreds.

He almost blinked in surprise when water droplets fell onto his hand, but simply let them fall, the act helping him release his emotions.

He sat there until the water droplets stopped. Taking a deep breath and washing off his face when it stopped. He walked out of the refresher with a towel held against his face when he got a knock on his door.

"Come in." the door opened to show a tired and red-eyed Ahsoka at the doorway, a bundle of clothing clutched tightly to her chest. Without a word, Ahsoka walked towards Obi-wan, who openly accepted her with a hug. They didn't say anything, Obi-wan didn't comment on the way Ahsoka made his tunic wet, and Ahsoka didn't comment on the way Obi-wan indulged her with the hug or the blotchy skin of his face. After a few minutes of quiet sniffles, Ahsoka pulled away, wiping away the tears that had collected on her face once again.

"Anakin bought these for Echo," she motioned towards the clothes that she was holding, exhaustion and grief emanating from her," can we go give them to him?" Obi-wan nodded his head, silently agreeing with her as he didn't feel like he had the energy to talk. A small and tired smile spread across her face and without a word, they walked out of the room together.

The hallways were empty as they walked down them. Their feet clicking quietly against the floor as they walked towards the barracks. Ahsoka didn't realize that they were there until Obi-wan opened the door.

All of the clones fell silent, all of them grieving in their way. They all were just about to jump up and salute them until Obi-wan put them all at ease. All of the men still gave the Jedi their attention. None of them commented on their Jedi's red eyes and exhausted look.

Rex noticed the clothing that Ahsoka was carrying and let the smallest smile grace his face, he had helped Anakin pick out those clothes for Echo. They had spent hours at the market, trying to get the clothes that he would like the most. The entire time making jokes about how they had to pick something that matched his eyes, but only his and no one else. Forget the fact that they were all clones, they just had to pick something that would match his eyes. The thought made Rex smile, as he remembered the smiling face of his all but blood brother and his light laughter that littered the entire day.

He would have cherished it more if he knew that was going to be the last time he would hang out with Anakin.

Ahsoka walked towards Echo with Obi-wan right behind her, she stopped in front of Echo and handed over the clothes without a word. Echo, who was happy that he had finally received his pair of casuals, was greatly saddened by the fact that his general wasn't able to gift them himself, but he still accepted them.

"Welcome to the family Echo," Ahsoka's voice cracked at the end, she curled in herself, making Obi-wan place his hand onto her shoulder.

Echo gave her a confused look and so did the rest of the clones. Anakin had given all some clothes, but he hadn't told any of them 'welcome to the family' when he gave them the clothes, he only had a bright smile as they accepted the clothes.

"Excuse me, sir?" Ahsoka gave him a sad smile before trying to explain.

"I, um Ana- "Ahsoka cut herself off, not being able to bring herself to say his name. Obi-wan giving her a reassuring squeeze before taking over.

"Anakin grew up with a tradition," his voice was low, exhaustion permeating the undertones of his voice," that tradition includes adopting close friends through the exchanging of clothes or food." Obi-wan let his words hang in the air. All of the clones were staring now, all of them making the connection between the clothes and Obi-wans words. They stood in silence, Ahsoka taking a few deep breathes before explaining again.

"He…he didn't want to tell you guys until Echo got his pair, h-he," her voice cracked again," he wanted it to be a surprise." Her voice trailed off at the end, wiping away the tears that were starting to leak out. Everyone fell silent, their heart aching again at the thought of their fallen general.

They had no idea how the rest of the republic was going to react to his death.

He walked into the dark and damp room, his eyes focused on the figure that remained on the table. There was virtually no improvement in his physical health. He was still on oxygen with enough bandages to make him look similar to a mummy.

Sidious walked around the bed, going back to the head of the bed. The Jedi was pale and clammy, but he ignored this as he pressed his fingertips to the Jedi's temples again.

He looked around, pleased by the lack of bonds in the Jedi. He delved deeper into Anakin's mind, looking around curiously as he made his way through his memories. He grimaced at the amount of bright and happy memories there were. And even though they were there, there were far too few dark memories for his opinion. At this rate, it would be easier to start with a clean slate, with a mind that didn't have a single memory.

It would be easier to break a mind that didn't have a single happy memory to latch onto.

A smile spread across his face at the thought.

He looked at the multitude of memories, he grabbed all of the happy memories and forced them into a little metaphorical box. It was a little bit difficult to pack away his memories like that, especially the emotional aspect that was tied to each memory, but he was able to do it with frightening efficiency.

He looked around again, he drummed his fingers against his leg, trying to decide if it would be wise to lock away the negative memories as well. There were negative memories, just as there is in every being. But there was nowhere as much as he wanted.

With a scowl, he packed away the negative memories, there wasn't enough to make a difference anyway.

He looked around again, pleased to see that there was no remnant of Anakin Skywalker. Not a single bond, memory, emotion, or shred of personality remained of The Hero with No Fear.

He finally pulled away from Anakin, who had started to tremble under his hands again, this time, sweat and blood from his nose streaming down his face. His face scrunched up in pain even though he had a cocktail of pain killers streaming through him. Sidious shook his head in disappointment at the sight.

"Now this won't do," he tsked his tongue, reaching over to pull out the I. V that he had generously given him that allowed the Jedi to sleep painlessly as possible.

"We're going to have to toughen you up a little bit." Between the high metabolism and the severity of his injuries, it wasn't going to take long for his body to use up the remaining pain medicine and for the pain to start again.

Sidious patted his cheek in false fondness before leaving, a devious smile on his face.

He'll make a slave out of him yet.