Epilogue

"Just where you always liked to look at the stars," Ahsoka said bending down to brush some stray dirt away from the stone at the top of Rex's grave. She had buried him herself during the night. He had always loved the night.

"I won't forget you, Rex," she said standing up and hefting a pack onto her back. There was nothing keeping her here now. The memories of Rex would continue to sustain her, even if she wasn't with his physical resting place.

There would come a time when they were together again. Until then, Ahsoka would just have to make her way in the galaxy herself. Bide her time until she could be of some use to someone who needed help. Until the force guided her back to where she needed to be.

Leaving the small garden area, Ahsoka stopped at the wall and turned to look back at where she had laid Rex. He was missing everything, she thought as she reached down and placed a hand on her swollen belly.

He had always wanted to be a father and now, he was getting that chance even if it was in memory.