Through the lessons, I could tell something was distressing CT- 27-5555. So I used him as a throwing partner. "Hey, cadet, something`s bothering you." He opened his mouth, and I could sense he was about to argue. "And don't argue."
He improperly pulled me into a pin. "Well," he avoided eye contact. "I- It`s hard to explain…"
Since he didn't want to talk I changed subject. "So, are you and your brothers five or ten?"
This, too, was a tough subject to talk about. Well, more awkward than tough. "We`re five. Actually, ten. I mean-" he sighed and brushed a strand of hair from his face. "We age two years in one year. For example, in five years, we will be the same age. Both of us will be twenty. And I hope to be an ARC trooper by then." Something flickered across his face. Pain? Regret? What was so bad about being an Advanced Recon trooper?
CT-4040 yelled. "Hey, Fifty-fivers, lesson`s over. We can get going. Cam' on!"
I pushed CT-27-5555 off of me. He stood up, and he was- blushing? Well, that can`t be right. Clones don`t blush.
He and his troop walked out of the room. I had used the force to get into his mind and I discovered he had a horrible dream. The-
SAME DREAM I DID!
This was bad. Horrible. Well, not THAT bad. But still.
Was I to die by a Jedi hand?
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