"Undermine the Republic, and the religious fanatics they put in charge of us. It put clones in danger, but nothing would be better for us in the long run than the Republic losing their war, as fast as possible." The more Jedi died, the less their powers could be used to control clones, either directly or by reputation. They'd been told for all ten years of their training that Jedi were the best, most infallible beings in the galaxy. Watch more of them fail and die, and maybe his brothers would've come around.

It'd been the only plan he really had. It'd been stupid, dangerous--hell, just days ago he'd deliberately put himself in the crosshairs of a Separatist ambush he'd help organize, to make sure the Seps got their best shot at the Jedi. It'd failed, and men had died for it, but it had to be done.

This was probably too heavy for some civvie cadet. "You ask a soldier if he wants food and the answer's pretty much always going to be yes. But it's yours, kid. Keep it in case you need it. Had some trouble there?" He gestures to the book she'd been trying to dry out.