[ Rex has always been fond of stories. But old stories, the sort that get told around the campfire, or after a few too many drinks at the clone bar. It's rarely about the present, and rarely about what really matters. That's the sort of thing that you keep to a few special people, uttered only in precious company, underneath duress. Of course he hadn't mentioned the others to Kanan, if they weren't with him. Maybe for their protection as much as his own. Or maybe it's because they're all gone.
He doesn't know. Kenobi will know. Rex doesn't know if he wants to know. ]
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He doesn't know. Kenobi will know. Rex doesn't know if he wants to know. ]
I see. Well. It was worth asking.