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Now it was Ezra's turn to furrow his brow. "General?" he asked. "You were in a war?" A thought hit him, and his eyes widened. "Wait, were you in the Clone Wars?"
Grey laughed quietly, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "Could hardly avoid it," he said. "I was born to fight in it."
It took a few seconds, but then it clicked in Ezra's head. "You're a clone?" he gasped. "I thought all of you were with the Jedi or dead!"
Grey laughed quietly again, but this time there was an undercurrent of sadness to it. "That is generally the case, yes."
"Then where's your Jedi?"
He didn't laugh this time. He just tightened his lips and looked away. "I've been looking for him," he said. "He was lost near the time the Jedi had to abandon the Temple. I promised myself that I would find him and bring him home, so I've been looking for him ever since."
Ненавижу АУ-фанфики про клонов. Не-на-ви-жу.
Ezra was not a particularly well-educated person. It was hard to be one when you hadn't seen the inside of a classroom since you were seven. But even he knew about the Fall of the Jedi Temple, and how long ago it was.
"You've been looking for you Jedi for fourteen years?" he asked. He felt dizzy again, but this time it was different. It was less about feeling like he was going to fall down or break apart, and more from awe, like watching a storm roll in over Lothal's prairies. Some great and powerful force, utterly indifferent to the people around it and totally unstoppable, like the sun rising and setting. Ezra could feel, without asking anything further - this man would find his Jedi, no matter what.