Anakin Skywalker shot out of bed, his shirt drenched in sweat. Letters floating through his mind, as the force practically screamed at him.

Letters, Numbers, and (worst of all) Names flooding his mind. Like an ocean spilling into his brain, crashing against his mental walls, as the Force, well forced them into his thought process.

And they just kept coming, waves upon waves of names haunting him every night, dogging him like a particularly motivated Cad Bane.

It had been like this ever since the first Battle of the Clone wars, on Geonoisis. It had only gotten worse with every battle, every fight, victory or loss didn't matter only that the names kept coming.

It was even worse now that the Senate had passed the Forced Leave Policy. He loved Padme, He really did, with every inch of his being Anakin well and truly Loved Padme Amidala.

However after her part in passing this new policy some part of him wasn't so opposed to the small pranks he'd been antagonizing her with since the start of their marriage.

But he could understand her reasoning.

After all spending more than sixth month in the field fighting against superior odds, had to have some psychological effect, and it also prevented overwork to an extent.

But without the thought of an imminent fight, or continuous battle taking away any chance of deep thought, the names echoing in the back of his mind were brought to the forefront. It was a torture like no other.

Especially since he'd figured out just what the names were.

Each name was someone who had died fighting this pointless war, Clones that had died taking a blaster bolt for a comrade, a padawan that had died saving a non-combatant, a spy who had been killed for finding key intel.

Oh, and he was forced to know exactly how, every night he would find himself running through a rendition of every death. Reliving it as the force collected each and every single one of them.

You would think that it would be hard to remember the face of each and every dead clone trooper in war where they were produced by the thousand at the push of a button by some sick machine. But Anikin found himself far to capable of such a feet, he found himself remembering every unique marking, every unique twinge in their existence that made them their own person.

Even if the only difference for some was as small as a scratch on their armor.

Each second a new face was engraved into his brain, a new name gained definition within his skull. A tumble mass of images, emotions, letters, and Force signatures that were driving Anakin to the brink of insanity with the gathering of each second.

Anakin new, now more than ever that he needed to get them out! To banish them from his mind before he lost himself entirely.

But how, how could he release them how!? Ho-

Something swam through the wave of letter, and numbers that made up clone designations, and dead jedi.

Oh.

And suddenly what he had to do was clear.

Rex was worried.

It hadn't been more than a day since they had been forced away from the battle field, and Anakin had seemingly lost all contact with everyone he new.

Admittedly, that happened worryingly often when General Skywalker entered coruscant space. But usually, The good general had the foresight to take at least a day or two before he engaged in one "Secret" Rendezvous with Senator Amidala.

But this time was different, mainly because not even she knew where Skywalker had run off too. It had nearly sent the entirety of the 501st into a panic when they failed to locate their General.

So here Rex was looking for the Skywalker, in precisely the last place anyone would think of to find the headstrong Jedi knight.

Which was Ironically enough, the Jedi Temple.

Thankfully there had been a helpful youngling whom Rex didn't know the name of, only too happy to lead Rex to the "Sun-Man" a nickname all the younglings had come up with.

Honestly it didn't take genius to figure that General Skywalker would be in the mechanics bay, even if it was a rarely used one, and to be entirely truthful Rex felt like a bit of an idiot for not checking them first.

So with a polite farewell to the ever cheerful youngling, Rex set off through the Jedi temple. He would never admit to taking the more scenic route towards Ship Bay E through the temple gardens.

He was a Clone Trooper, one from the 501St at that, and if there was one thing they prided themselves at most, it was efficiency. No matter how calming the gentle, and soothing atmosphere of the Temple might be on war torn nerves, that was no reason to abandon efficiency for comfort.

At least that's what he would tell himself as he ended up standing in the bright emerald forest that characterised the Temple Gardens. Staring at particularly pretty flower, colored a deep blue that sent pleasant shivers through his mind, after having scene far too much red in the past six months of war.

Disregarding, his small side trip. Rex was not prepared for what he would see when the Ship Bay door opened smoothly with a soft hissing sound.

What he saw almost put him on his knees, as he was forced to take in exactly what he was seeing.

General Anakin Skywalker, was sweaty and pale. His clothes were stained, by oil and rust. His hands not even stuttering as the man used what Rex assumed to be a modified lightsaber to engrave what must have been thousands of names into the armored plating of his starfighter.

Their really must have been something to this 'Force' Stuff other than lifting things with your mind, because Rex didn't even have to get within reading distance in order to know just what his general was carveing into his Starfighter.

So the Clone did the only thing he could.

And started helping.