This chapter is Rex and Kanan. Mentions Fives and his season six arc. If you have any questions about this chapter, feel free to ask! Put them in a review or pm me, and I'll get back to you ASAP!

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Rex made his way down the halls of the Remembrance. The kid, Ezra, and his master were leaving, but Rex wanted to talk to the Jedi first. He needed to tell the Jedi, Kanan, about Order 66, about the biochips. He wanted to apologizefor the troopers that had been with him all those years ago. Even if Ahsoka hadn't told him a little about the Jedi, it was obvious from his reaction that he (and probably his master) had been with some troopers when Order 66 was executed. Obvious from the look in Jarrus' eyes when he'd seen Rex. Rex knew that look.

He had seen it in Ahsoka's eyes when he'd found her.

He had seen it in Fives' eyes when Fox and the Coruscant guards had shown up in the underbelly of the city planet.

GET AWAY FROM ME!

The panicked look of someone who had been betrayed and put through hell.

Looking at Jarrus when the Jedi had tried to shoot him, Rex hadn't seen a Jedi. He'd seen a scared kid, surfacing in those eyes, shooting at one who was his enemy, who had killed his master and hunted him.

That look had stayed in Jarrus' eyes even as Ahsoka tried to calm him down. Jarrus had no doubt been reliving the moment his galaxy had been ripped apart. The moment his Jedi Order fell, the moment his master had been killed.

Rex could tell that much even without Ahsoka confirming it.

So he needed to find Jarrus, and explain, and apologize before they left.

Kanan and Ezra were headed back to the Ghost. Ahsoka had mentioned meeting up with some of the other cells, but had promised she'd be back. They'd almost reached their ship when-

"Jarrus, sir." At that voice, the voice of Grey and Styles and all their brethren, Kanan ground to a halt. He barely managed to squash his instinct to grab his saber as he turned around, to see Rex standing behind them.

"A quick word before we part ways?"

"Of course." Pushing down the reflexive panic, he nudged Ezra on, and turned back to face Rex. His hand was next to his lightsaber, ready to grab it in an instant if he needed to, even as he told himself (though not very convincingly) he didn't need to.

Rex sighed, and ran a hand over his head.

"I'd like to apologize, sir." That threw Kanan for a loop.

"Apologize? For what?"

"For…my brothers. For the troopers with you and at the Temple. For all the clones."

Kanan stared at Rex for a long moment in disbelief.

"Thank you." He finally said, not really sure what to say. What did you say to someone who was apologizing for something their brothers had done that had ripped apart the galaxy?

Then, he grimaced. "I'm sorry too, about earlier."

Rex shook his head. "That was understandable, sir." And it was. In fact, the first time he'd run into Ahsoka for the first time after Order 66, she'd nearly taken his head off. And Ahsoka knew him. This Jedi didn't, hadn't at the time. All the Jedi had known was that a clone trooper, someone who had killed almost everyone he had cared about, was there. Rex didn't blame Kanan for shooting at him.

"Still." Kanan said. "I'm sorry."

They were quiet for a moment. Kanan broke the silence, asking a question that had been bugging him.

"Why were you the only one who…"

"Who didn't betray the Jedi?" At Kanan's nod, Rex smiled bitterly.

"We, that is, one of my men, Fives…found out something about how clones were made." To make a long, very painful story short. "He found out that when we are…formed, the Kaminoans," his lip curled. "Put biochips in our brains. Make us more compliant and less violent, they said. Order 66 was in those chips. Say the order, and it's like flipping a switch, we obey automatically."

"You didn't have a choice." Kanan realized slowly. Rex nodded.

"Fives found out, and tried to warn us. But," his hand clenched into a fist. "We didn't…we didn't believe him."

YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!

Fives, we are listening to you. We only want to help.

"So how come you didn't follow the order?"

Rex turned his head to the side, and tapped a small, white scar on the side of his head. "Fives was one of my most trusted brothers. I believed him, believed what he told me. I had Kix, one of our medics, check it out. He managed to remove my chip. It almost killed me." (So had Kix, once he had finally woken up afterwards.) He looked up at the Jedi. "Luckily, no one found out." Or I would have been killed too, he thought. "We tried to do the same for some of our brothers." And they had tried, they had tried hard. "But we couldn't. And when Order 66 was given," both of his hands were fists now. "I saw my brothers turn on the Jedi we'd been serving for years. They became no better than droids. Flesh-droids, following their programming and nothing more."

The pure pain drowning Rex radiated through the Force, reverberating through Kanan. His head reeled. He'd never imagined that the clone troopers hadn't had a choice when turning on the Jedi, turning on the Republic. Kanan suddenly realized he'd severely, severely misjudged this trooper. Kanan was one of the last Jedi, but Rex was the last and only free clone.

"I'm sorry, Rex." And he meant it.

The trooper gave him a pained smile.

"It's…alright sir." It wasn't, not really. But between them, between the singular soldier and Jedi, it was.

Before anything else could be said, Kanan's comm beeped, indicating Hera was wanting to talk to him. Kanan turned to go, but looked back at Rex.

"Thank you, Rex. For telling me."

"Thank you, Kanan, for listening." The trooper saluted, which Kanan returned. It was odd, being saluted again.

Then, Jedi and clone both turned and went their respective ways. Rex with a load off his chest, and Kanan with his heart rather lighter than it had been in years.