Rebel plopped onto her bed with a heavy sigh and mumbled something. "What?" I asked, confused. It wasn't like her to be quiet unless, of course, she didn't agree with one of General's plans. She sighed again, not exactly annoyed that she had to repeat herself, but a disheartened sigh, she spoke up this time. "This war is a suicide mission," I wanted to interrupt and say, 'I thought that was how you liked it. Do or die,' however, now wasn't the time to have our battle personalities on, our playful, quick-witted responses, always ready to shoot out like our DC-15A's were always prepared to fire. Our Rexish side, as I called it. This was barracks talk, where we were more laid back and had our more meaningful conversations, where we dealt with the effect of the war psychologically, talked about our generals, and joked around with each other, but were still always on edge, braced to spring into action whenever we were needed. She continued, "we are killing thousands of people with the lives of our brothers and the Jedi on the line." What did she mean by that? What people had we killed? It was only clankers that we'd destroyed. Those mindless droids deserved it for all the chaos they'd brought on all those innocent worlds. I understood her frustration though, we'd been at this for 3 years now with no end in sight we hadn't even seen any improvement in the galaxy. The separatists were still out there and even if we could manage to capture the separatist leaders, their ideas would still be out there. There was no telling if another war just like this one could spring right back up again because people still believed in their cause. Maybe that was what she meant by 'killing people', all of the uninvolved people who'd been dragged into the war and slaughtered by the separatists because we kept the war going on our end, we gave the separatists reason to keep fighting. There was another way to end this galaxy-wide battle, I knew it. The ladder part of what she'd said hit me the most though, about how the lives of our brothers and the Jedi hung in the balance. I wanted her to know that she didn't have to protect everyone in her legion though. It wasn't her fault if she lost some good soldiers, no, not just soldiers, men, along the way. I was confused as to what brought this on though. She'd never expressed doubt in the war thus far. I tried to hide my concern, but she must've seen it because the next thing she said was, "I'm not saying that it's wrong, I'm just saying it doesn't feel right, ya know?" Her tone of voice relaxed with those last two words. That was her normal way of talking, just like Wrecker's. I looked up at her from my blaster, searching for the right words to say, then down at the floor, every clone did, tried to comfort their fellow soldier in this big mystery. I looked back at her with a sigh, it was different for us than the Jedi. I don't think they truly understood how hard it was to cope with this thing we'd just been thrown into without the Force to help us. Then I remembered what Rex had told me one time. "It's just like my brother says. 'Gives us clones all a mixed feeling about the war. Many people wish it never happened. But without it, we clones wouldn't exist.'"
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