Ahsoka made a quick run back up to her locker. The medkit that the shop had wasn't going to be enough to help Jake, so she was going to have to use her own. It was also the perfect opportunity to check up on the four that were still recovering.

Rya was doing the best out of all of them, and Luce looked like he was becoming a close second. Leslie and Nox were still very rattled, but at least the shaking was less visible.

She smiled as she walked in. "How are you guys doing?" She asked, keeping her voice low so she wouldn't scare them.

Luce grinned, but Ahsoka could tell it was forced. "Better. Rya's been taking care of us."

"I remembered the things you did to help my mother," she said, "how you helped calm her down. I just tried to do the same."

"Thank you," she told her. "I would have done so myself, but Jake still hasn't calmed down and his leg is going to take a long time if he keeps acting like this."

Leslie pulled out a smile from somewhere inside her. "I've always thought he was a little kid at heart."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes playfully. "I've known kids who act much braver than he is. Keep resting, and don't come down until you're ready, alright?"

They all nodded and Ahsoka walked out, medkit in arm, back to the workshop.

At the walkway, Tyme and Journey had done a pretty good job cleaning up the glass shards. "There's still a few pieces left," Tyme confessed, "but we'll have to get a vacuum or something to clean them up."

"Here, let me," she offered, and she quickly lifted the remaining glass into the garbage bin with the Force. She even managed to clear the pieces stuck to their brooms. They looked at her, jaws hanging down.

"You couldn't have done that earlier?!" Journey complained. "We've been sweeping for fifteen minutes!"

"I've been busy!" She insisted, and to prove her point, she descended the stairs again, back to Jake, who was annoying Thyla as she mopped up his blood with her rag.

She nodded her head at Jake. "Can you get him to please be quiet?"

Ahsoka groaned. "I've been trying. Thanks, Thyla."

"I'll go wring this out and come back," she told her and disappeared again. Ahsoka didn't object since it kept her moving.

"Can you even fix this?" Jake wailed. "It's so bloody!"

"I can if you cooperate," Ahsoka scolded him. "I'm going to start with some antibacterial wipes. This is going to sting."

He whimpered again, but Ahsoka called Wheeler over and she held him down while she cleaned up his cut. Normally, and she could wipe down a cut pretty quickly, but he was fidgeting and squirming so badly that it took twice as long. It took quite a bit of self-control to not grab her blaster, fix it, and stun him so it could go quicker. She had to keep reminding herself that Jake, a civilian, was not as pain tolerant as her, an ex-Jedi and an ex-Inquisitor.

After over eight minutes, she was finally satisfied with the job. "You can relax now," she told Jake, who finally stopped objecting.

"Is it done?"

"What? No, I haven't even started yet. That was just making sure it doesn't get infected."

He started whining again. "What else is there to do?"

Ahsoka reached into her medkit and secretly prepared a dose of anesthetic. There was no way he was going to hold still if she didn't numb his leg first. "I apologize for what I'm about to do."

She quickly inserted the needle into his thigh and administered the dose before he could react, and pulled the needle out just as quickly.

"Ow! Ow, ow, owowowow!" He flinched and held his leg in pain. "What was that for?! It feels funny, it's burning!"

"It's just a painkiller, it will kick in shortly," she assured him, torn between being annoyed and being amused. Wheeler, to her side, had to stuff her fist in her mouth to keep from laughing.

"I can't feel my leg!" He screamed, and he looked around frantically. "What are you doing to me?"

Ahsoka pulled out her stitching kit. "I told you, I have to stitch this up, or it's not going to heal properly."

"IS THAT A NEEDLE?!"

She was about to respond that yes, it was a needle, but he fell over backward and went unconscious. Jake had shocked himself to sleep.

Wheeler couldn't help it anymore, and neither could Jackson or Journey. They burst out laughing while Ahsoka shifted him so he wouldn't hurt his neck in his sleep. "Good news, you guys: this just got a whole lot easier."

After a few seconds, Wheeler managed to breathe again. "Better hurry before he wakes up."

"You think?" Ahsoka teased and set to work. Now that Jake wasn't trying to resist her, she managed to sew the cut shut in five minutes, easily. Quickly, she bandaged it and cleaned up the mess, and packed her medkit away before Jake could see it. Again, she was grateful that she had thought to make an extra kit just for work, not just the one for her bag.

By now, everyone had calmed down and was back in the workshop, even Leslie and the others. Journey was sitting with Thyla over on the side, and Wheeler was recounting Jake's fainting incident to Luce. Ahsoka sat back and finally relaxed, and looked out over the scene. Other than a few blaster burns on the floor and a broken lightbulb, everything was back to normal.

Except for the fact that she had blatantly, obviously used the Force in broad daylight.

Some of the others were starting to remember it too. Jake, who had woken up, pointed at her. "I guess you really earned that symbol, huh. You wanna talk about it?"

Ahsoka had all but forgotten, but she was wearing the coat with the Coruscant Veteran symbol on the shoulder. She glanced at it before responding. "What part of it did you want to talk about?"

"What about that thing where you moved those guys with your mind?" Jackson suggested. "How did you do that?"

"I used the Force," she answered shortly, not wanting to demonstrate again. She had already taken too many chances with the Force today, with the fight earlier.

Leslie looked up at her. "I thought, since you live down here now, that all of your powers were gone."

"It's not gone," Wheeler said. "I saw her use it once during the first week at work."

"And you didn't tell us?"

"The Force is not my power," Ahsoka objected. "It doesn't belong to me, it doesn't belong to anyone. Just because I can manipulate it doesn't mean it's mine."

Fuller, who had been sitting on the side, piped up. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Ahsoka closed her eyes and remembered what Yoda used to teach her, as a Youngling. "The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, it penetrates us, it binds the galaxy together. Those who can manipulate it, control the flow of the Force, those are the people who become Jedi, or Sith, or sometimes other things."

"So that's the kicker, huh?"

Everyone turned to Granger, who had been silent for the past half an hour, until now.

"That's what decides who gets to go to paradise?"

"She never said it was paradise," Rya objected, but Granger ignored her.

Instead, he advanced on Ahsoka. "And you were just one of the lucky winners, weren't you?"

Ahsoka didn't respond but looked him straight in the eye. So it's not just me that he doesn't like, but the Jedi in general.

"Granger, let her be," Jackson told him. "She just saved us, you don't have to hate on her for it."

He turned on Jackson. "Oh, so all of the Jedi are our saviors? I bet we ought to bow down to her and worship her too, huh?"

"Stop being stupid, no one said that," Wheeler admonished him. "Tano got kicked out of the Jedi, remember?"

"Well, she still acts like she's one of them!" Granger accused her. "Or did no one else see her talking to that clone like they were best of friends?"

Luce mumbled under his breath, "Maybe she's just nicer than you."

"What's even the point of talking to them?" He went on, ignoring the Rhodian. "They're just clones, it's not like they're real people anyways."

"How dare you!"

Ahsoka spoke out loud, but it wasn't just her talking. Her voice was layered with the Force, and even though none of the other workers could feel the change in the Force they could hear the change in her voice. It was almost harmonic, but just slightly out of tune that you could tell something was happening. All of them flinched when they heard her speak, and Granger physically recoiled, taking multiple steps back away from her. Random items flew away from her: wrenches, stray bolts, debris, anything that wasn't nailed down.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ahsoka knew she should have held herself back. The fight is over, she told herself. You won, now don't use the Force. They've already seen enough.

She clenched her fists and slowed her heartbeat, and she felt the pulse in the Force around her fade. Opening her eyes, she trained them on Granger, who looked much more shaken than he had earlier. If Ahsoka was going to talk to him, then she needed to keep the Force out of it.

"The clones are a family," she corrected him. "They train together, they fight together, and they die together. They spend every minute of every day with each other, and they give up our lives to protect people they have never met. They live, and they die, just like you will. At least you might die for a good reason."

Granger was cowering under her stare, but the last sentence confused him, and he was foolish to ask, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means," she began, advancing on him even though her anger was not directed at him, but at Sideous who was already dead. "that the clone troopers were bred for one reason, and that is to fight a war that should never have happened. This entire sham was designed to bring Sideous to power, and their lives are nothing more than resources to spend.

"But they still fight. They still protect civilians, they still believe in the Jedi, even when the war they fight is a worthless one. They still remain loyal to people who barely deserve it. They still die for no good reason!" Her voice was raised now, and she was shouting at this point. "Hundreds of them died, every day, and all for nothing! I have lost troopers, loyal troopers, loyal friends, just so his Dark Excellency could rule the galaxy! And I couldn't do a thing!"

She was screaming in his face now, and she had Granger backed up against a wall in fear. Her voice wasn't layered in the Force anymore but there was something about her face, something in her eyes, that told him that arguing might get him killed, or at least knocked unconscious.

Ahsoka paused, then lowered her voice to a deadly whisper. "Don't insult the clones to my face again."

Turning on her heel, she walked straight past the other workers, looking at nothing but the door out. She pulled her blaster back to her with the Force and left without another word, not bothering to close the door.