That knocked down the good feeling he'd had there. Though maybe it should--for a moment there, it'd all been about just him. That wasn't how it was supposed to be.

"They're going to keep dying. We're clones, hundreds of thousands of us made to order and indoctrinated to fight for the Republic. Didn't work on me, for some reason." And he wished he knew why.

"I'm not sure the rest even understand it. We're supposed to think the whole mess is good." He'd wanted to try and convince his squad, but all of the ones that survived Geonosis just doubled down on believing it all. He'd had nowhere to turn but to the Separatists.

"They probably hate me now, but I had to do it."