So this is what happens when you listen to hamilton and are still in the clone wars feels and everything spirals out of control. All day I've wanted to post something about everything that I've been feeling. This was a lot harder than I anticipated, I thought I'd be ok, but here we are. It's bittersweet that my favorite show is ending... but it happened. What a gift to have something you love so much to make your heart ache so much!

You'll probably want to the songs the story of tonight, the world was wide enough (after 3:38) and who lives who dies who tells your story if you haven't to get a full feel for what's going on.

I may not live to see our glory

Rex finished placing Jesse's helmet on top of the DC-15, he pressed his forehead to the Republic symbol that had donned the helmet from the moment that Jesse had gotten a hold of a paint canister. He pulled away, walking back towards the y-wing, it was too painful to stand there anymore.

But I will gladly join the fight

Rex had known Jesse a long time, a shiny that had come in with spunk and excitement, but also a respect for others around him. Rex quickly realized that this was the kind of trooper he wanted in Torrent Company. Jesse couldn't replace the brothers he had lost on Teth, but Jesse wouldn't let him shut down.

And when our brothers tell our story

He had been told by many Jedi, that death wasn't the end, it was more of a stepping off point. That you jump out into the force with arms open, where you can spend eternity with everyone you had ever lost. On the other hand, Mandalorians believed that loved ones lived on stories… After this, he would be one of the only clones who would continue to tell his brothers' stories. How they weren't the enemy, how this wasn't their fault, how they had been created to murder their friends.

They'll tell the story of tonight

War never came with a guarantee. Every time you stepped off a gunship, it could be the last thing you ever did. It was always, who lived, who died, who told your story. He and his brothers had learned to live in the moment, always, and forever.

Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints

None of his brothers deserved this. Ahsoka didn't deserve this… he didn't deserve this. Bred to kill. He never knew that those words meant bred to kill the Jedi. His friends, his leaders, his brothers, and sisters.

History obliterates every picture it paints, it paints me in all my mistakes

Rex didn't know it at the time, but he would now be forever marked by Order 66. As a Jedi murder, they would never know the story of how he fought to save his Jedi. Instead, they would see his face and mark him as dangerous.

I should have known

Oh, Fives… why didn't I listen to you brother?

Oh, I can't wait to see you again,

Rex walked back over to where Ahsoka was still standing in front of the graves of the 322nd. She let the lightsaber drop out of her hand, into the dirt. He placed a hand on her shoulder, she turned to face him, her bright azure eyes meeting his. She glanced back at the helmets, and with a shuddered gasp, the tears came, they didn't need to say anything. Rex pulled Ahsoka into a tight hug, and let himself cry. There was no need for shame here because they were crying for all that had lost. For the way the galaxy had changed, what it meant for their lives. His heart ached with each choked sob that escaped his lips.

It's only a matter of time

If you want more clone wars feels, I have another song-fic called across the battlefield about Anakin and Obi-Wan.

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