(Y/n) and the Bad Batch

It is Final

When Hunter was finished, it was soon to be Tech's turn. I was prepared to give him the most boisterous of laughs at his haircut. Fortunately, it did not take long for him to be finished, and we decided to rest after that. I laid awake long after everyone fell asleep; I was staring up at the ceiling, and tossing one of my daggers up and down.
I sharpened it on one of claws, but did not realize that Rex was also awake, "are you angry?"

"Hmm? What? No." I turned my head a little.

"So sharpening your knives at three a.m. is just a hobby?" He asked again, sitting next to me.

I chuckled a little, "I guess it is."

"Y/n," Rex began, and gave me a shoulder touch, "I may not have told you before, but I still believe you are the same y/n no matter what form you take."

I looked down, "then why didn't you?"

He sighed, "it was... a complicated time..."

I shrugged, "I guess so, for both of us," I looked at him, "I certainly hoped we were still friends."

Rex nodded to me, "I just wanted you to know that soldier."

I playfully nudged his shoulder, "bro."

"I see you still don't sleep though," Rex continued.

"Wow, was it not that obvious?" I fake gasped, "gosh I didn't think being awake would give it away. I guess you figured it out."

Rex scowled at me, "nightmares I assume?"

I looked down and sighed, my smile suddenly disappearing from my face.
"It's gotten to a point where it is regular, and can be predicted. I'm afraid to sleep at this point."

"They're not real you know," Rex said, standing up, "you need your rest."

"Technically, no, I don't," I responded, "I could easily go without sleep from this point forward."

"That's doesn't mean you should," Rex continued, "Y/n, listen, I was talking to Echo about joining me. Echo seemed to want to, but he won't without this squad; maybe he will if you decide to come too. We could really use you on the field."

I slouched into my seat, and thought about this from a non-biased point of view. I might actually put less people in danger, and be able to help more people if I went with Rex. However, that means I would have to leave this squad, meaning leave Hunter, my surrogate father and brother, Wrecker, my explosive brother, Omega, my young sister, and Tech, the... well... there are not a lot of words you can use to describe Tech are there?

After a long period of silence, I looked up at Rex, "let me think about it..."

He nodded to me, and went back to wherever he was before he came in the room. I watched him leave; then, I settled more into my sleeping, or rather, relaxing spot. I knew I would not be going, but after everything that just happened, I did not want to kill off Rex's feelings just yet. I felt myself responsible for his and my own unhappiness when it came to our relationship. I knew I was the one who broke everything, but, I also knew that, I could not entirely be my fault. Because, when I introduced my true being to The Bad Batch, they hardly batted an eye.
Either way, I was still going to blame myself for anything and everything that happened at that time. Nobody could really stop me on these things, I did it too often for it to be concerning.
Of course, the other bad batch members would say that it was not my fault, but I knew it was. Even if it was not fully, which it was not, it was still partially my fault.

I shook my head, if I told Rex and the 501st, I would have been exposed the following hour. They are terrible liars, and not very good at keeping secrets anyway. Cody could have kept that secret... I know Wolffe would have, but they were not my squad.

I looked up at the ceiling defiantly, "this is my squad."

I could not leave it now, or ever. I still had a job to do; once The Bad Batch could not take care of Omega, it would be my turn. I had to, I promised Hunter, and I do not break promises.

I put my head back against the metal, and waited for something to happen; whether it became morning suddenly, someone else woke up, or I, for some reason, fell asleep. However, for another hour or so nothing interesting happened. It was nearly dawn now, and I knew everyone would be getting up in a few hours.
I stood up and looked at the Bad Batch; Tech was snoring softly on a chair, Hunter and Echo were closer to each other, and Omega was with Hunter. I looked to the left of me and saw Wrecker sleeping peacefully, Rex was not in this room.

I looked to the right of me, the right, which is what used to be a door before it was broken by Wrecker, led outside. I walked through the door, and found myself sitting on the same roof when I was feeling homesick. I pulled out my phone and scrolled for a while, aware that something could come up behind me and I would barely notice.
After about an hour or so of scrolling through pictures, I looked up at the sky. There was no moon for this planet, at least, there was none visible; but the sky, this breathtaking sky, was dotted with stars.
The sky was a deep, nearly black blue, mixed with an equally dark purplish color in certain areas. The stars lit up the sky like tiny white dots on a black dress; clouds could briefly be seen under their light. Dark, deep clouds drifting by.

I took a deep inhale of breath, closed my eyes, and exhaled. If only most missions were this peaceful; maybe, when this Empire thing cools down, we might get a chance to be something of a family.
I opened my eyes, and stared at what seemed an endless ship graveyard. I had never really considered settling down with the Bad Batch at all, but now that we have Omega, something that I could not quite place appeared to be at stake. It was a difficult feeling to trace, and all of did was remind me of that homesick feeling.

It got me thinking: maybe I am more homesick because I miss the comfort of a settled family rather than a war.
Of course, I have no problem with fighting in wars, or starting fights, or talking to trees... but, now things were, different some how. And somehow, I missed it, because of my huge amounts of oblivion in all this.

I watched this planets star rise up, painting the sky beautiful hues of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows; and turning the clouds dark as the sky previous to this sunrise. I watched, and waited for a long while; I only left to rejoin the others when the sun had stopped touching the horizon line.