A/N: And here is the epilogue, c'est voila. Thank you for the support, and thank you Rubblestrength for being the grandest of friends anyone, or I, could ask for.

EPILOGUE

The days had passed – the fleet had reached Coruscant, Commander Cody had been transferred to one of the nearest hospitals, Obi-Wan and Anakin had briefed the council, life had started to move on just as it always did. Just as it always would.

One surgery had turned to three.

Bed rest had lasted weeks.

Physical therapy began.

A new Commander came from another battalion, temporarily taking over leading the 7th Sky Corps.

Cody had been once again transported; this time to a clone medical facility.

Sunlight shone in the window, sparkling against the glass that sat on the desk beside the bed. Brown eyes watched the glimmering, glinting light against the crystal container. It had been over two weeks. Still, he had been told he would be in fighting condition within this week – and would be back to the war.

A bandaged hand picked up the glass, drawing it closer to himself. He stared down at the water, and at the reflection of himself – at his scarred face.

The other men who had fallen on Evelo were alive and well, their minor injuries already healed by this point. He was glad for that.

He swallowed harshly and set the cup down on the table once more. He still had trouble eating, and drinking. The doctors had said the feeling would go away.

"You should drink, Cody."

The man glanced behind himself. The General stood by the door, his clasped hands hidden by the long sleeves of his robe – Obi-Wan smiled. Cody stood from the bed, standing at parade rest. "I didn't expect you would come, sir."

"Oh, I wanted to come sooner; still, the council insisted I join the 501st for a skirmish on Atho."

"The war beckons, then."

"Anakin assured me that he had everything under control." Obi-Wan crossed the room, coming to stand by his side. Blue eyes gazed out of the window.

"Skywalker is a strong man."

"Indeed. No one rivals his determination…" Obi-Wan frowned at a distant thought, but he didn't voice whatever it was. The Jedi turned his head, searching Cody's face. "How do you feel, Commander?"

"Never better, sir."

"I can't imagine that's true."

"'Never worse' doesn't sound good on paper."

Obi-Wan laughed mirthlessly. "I'd say not. I am glad to see you up."

"Thank you."

The General hummed quietly. "I hope to see you well soon. Until then, you must eat; drink."

"Is that an order, sir?" Cody looked oddly amused by the thought.

"If you will do it no other way, than I suppose it has to be." Obi-Wan smirked.

"I will, sir."

"Good."

Even in war - you can find hope, life, kindness, Light, and brothers.