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You’re still here, aren't you
Pabu was nice and quiet at the very moment.
It usually was very nice all the time, but not as quiet as all that with all the children running amok and the animals living there at play. Not that anyone minded any of that though, it was paradise after all.
But at the moment, the Batch was sitting under the large tree in the middle of the square, them all having gathered there to well, grief, being the operative word for what they were doing.
As despite their win on Tantiss having been a rather big one for all of clonehood, there was still the one having left a gaping hole in the hearts of the team, the family unit known as the Bad Batch.
“Clone Force 99 died with Tech.”
Crosshair’s comment still very much fresh in their minds. Grating there, the truth hurting.
“I don’t mind telling ya all, I really miss ‘im.”
“We all do Wrecks. We all do.”
“We freed the clones on Tantiss in Tech’s name.” And Echo was right, it was with Tech’s help they had managed to find the place after all.
“That we did.”
“And Tech is not gone as long as we remember him, he will live on in our hearts.”
Truer words never uttered.
A spell of silence fell on them all as it was never easy in letting go of those they cared for.
“We hear ya Hunt… but it’s still difficult.”
“Well I for one won’t accept it.” Omega sounded adamant in her statement, surprising the others.
“Omega…”
“Tech sacrificed himself for this all, for us, Kid.”
But no amount of explanation would give any of the relief, the grief still hanging over them all as they sat there with tears in their eyes. All of them.
Sitting under the tree unmoving not talking until the setting of the sun.
And just as it was getting close to the time they should start heading home, most of them getting restless to some extent, they felt the gust of wind on their skins. A windy gust where there was supposed to be none. The air, clear and calm around them otherwise.
The wind was lingering there, around the family as if hovering on top of just them, touching all of them with such precision and… care?
A whisper of a voice could be heard just then.
“I am right here.”
Then, the wind disappeared as did the voice.
Them all staring at each other for a long moment, confused and wide eyed.
“You all heard that right?”
“Yeah Kid, we did.”
“Tech….”
“Yeah, Tech…”