Rin's POV
I took a deep breath once I stepped outside the door.
Their force signatures were stunned now, angry and lost. And it hurt me.
I wanted to help them, to get them to see the world wasn't completely against them, and all I did was make it worse. But at the same time, wasn't what I said true? They were exactly what they hated and I knew that and that's why I told them-
I shook my head and walked on, trying to feel confident in my words.
"In battle, your skill is," Master Yoda said, slowly hobbling around me, "Much doubt, in your mind, I see. Questions, you make, no answers, you have." "I'm sorry Master," I said glumly, "I try, it's just-" "Ah," he interrupted, "Do or do not, there is no try." He stopped in front of me, and smiled comfortingly, "Much greatness I see in you young one, realize it yourself now, you must."
I grinned sadly at the memory. It had been to long since I'd gotten to see Master Yoda, or Master Billaba, or Aayla, or Bariss, or Mattheo, or Master Fisto. I swallowed hard now as sadness feel heavy on my chest. The lingering anxiety from the hanger was becoming more known as well, causing my chest to ache badly.
I missed their presence in the force, and their advice and guidance. The clones were filled with such anger now that the Bad Batch was here and Wolfee wouldn't be with me now that I'd yelled at him and the boys for something they didn't start. Now he and my brothers would all hate me for taking the side of the Batch. And in the next battle without Master Plo, they'd never listen to me and we'd get so disorientated and then we could lose and if we lost then we'd die and it'd be all my fault-
My breathing got heavier and shorter as oxygen became more limited. The vision was blurring more and my lungs like someone was squeezing them between a trash compactor. My head felt light and my skin was burning hot as blood rush to my face.
It's all my fault. If I hadn't interrupted then they would have just gotten over it and then everything would have been fine- And if I hadn't yelled and threatened Crosshair, he might have been more willing to talk and communicate with my men-
The world tilted as oxygen failed to reach my lungs altogether and I barely noticed my head crashing into something solid as I slide down the wall.
The metal under my check burned as I hit the ground, my head numb and loud, making me see black for a moment. My heart pounded in my ears now, my entire body shaking on the floor as I desperately tried to get some oxygen to my lungs.
They all hate me. It's all my fault. They're going to die. We're all going to die in this war, and I'll be the cause of it because I can't do anything right and I just wanted to help and I made it worse and-
I was struggling for air now, gasping and gripping my chest. Nausea rocked my stomach and I felt like I was slowly losing it. Something gripped my shoulder and a sound echoed in my ear.
It's all my fault.
Someone was talking and I felt my body shaking more. I couldn't breath. Something was wet along my forehead.
IT'S ALL MY FAULT!
Then darkness.
Hunter's POV
Rin left and we stood silently, in utter shock. Crosshair, of course, was seething.
"How dare that little bitch," he snarled, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, "Who is she to judge us?!"

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Star Wars the Clone Wars One Shots
AléatoireRandom scenarios about OC with Clone war's characters. Family fluff, friend fluff, just fluff, lots of fluff. Some sad hours sometimes. You'd better believe that 99 lives through this.