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Luke and Leia were chasing their Auntie Ahsoka through the house as the Togruta narrowly dodged any of the resting clones that happened to be on the floor.
The five-year-old's squealed with laughter, their joy seemingly never ending, as their little legs tried to catch up to their target.
Padmé looked on happily as she laid curled up on Anakin’s chest. She smiled at Obi-Wan as he laid in a quite similar position on Cody.
Cody, who had woken up to the sounds of play, glanced down at him.
“Aren’t you going to help her, cyar’ika?”
“I’m perfectly fine where I am, thank you very much.” He said, snuggling further into the clone as proof. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. This was paradise.
He opened his eyes to find no one in the house. Just a dusty old robe in his sightline, followed by nothing but sand for miles. The hot wind of Tatooine bore down on him endlessly, never allowing him any rest. There was nothing. Nothing and no one. No clones. No Ahsoka. Padmé was dead. Anakin was dead, only Vader survived. Cody was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
They were all gone. And they left him all alone. His body trembled in despair as buried memories rose up unannounced. He allowed himself to cry. Nobody would see it anyways.
When he opened his eyes again, he was back in Cody’s arms.
Paradise.