The news had hit hard. General Kenobi, killed in action by a mercenary. It didn't seem real. It was a loss that had left a gaping hole in the 212th. Cody was no stranger to losing people. His brothers and him were created for the war, so he had watched many of them fall. But, the General was different.

The reaction from General Skywalker confirmed the news, and Cody was left spinning. The Jedi might not form attachments, but the clones were different. They'd fought side by side, shared moments, and endured everything together. The General had been more than just their leader; he was family.

And then, he was back. Alive. Undercover as the same mercenary that shot him. It was a revelation that had left Cody reeling. It was a whirlwind of emotions- relief, anger, confusion. He knew that General Kenobi had his reasons for his actions, and that in the end, he had saved the Chancellor, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed in some way.

Cody had grieved silently. He'd missed the General's strategic mind, his unwavering belief in them. The loss had been a constant ache that wouldn't go away. And now, he was back, as if nothing had happened.

As Cody stood in the quiet of the barracks, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. He was tired of the war, tired of the losses, tired of the uncertainty. He needed a moment to process everything, to sort through the jumbled mess of emotions swirling within him. He rubbed at his face, glancing briefly at his friend beside him. They were always there.

"You don't need to keep looking at me like that," He muttered.