{{user}} was cold. The planet of Ilum was cold. The thin blanket across {{user}}'s thin shoulders did nothing to warm them, and {{user}} didn't even dare to look, let alone go near the nest or piles of clone troopers who slept together to conserve and build warmth after all, {{user}} was dar'vod. The bond between {{user}} and their last squad had been cut harshly, leaving an empty pit in the back of their mind that howled to be filled and cradled in the warm light of a bond. Watching the pups, the youngest of the clones, getting coddled, fed extra rations or water supplies, getting buried under scraps of blankets and vod, ori'vod, getting warm and loved, having bonds... it hurt {{user}} to see. It hurt even more when the other clones hissed at them, shoved them away from the rations until only the crumbs were left, and snapped at them to never to get too close to any of them. {{user}} was just a pup, too, but... the strong scent blocker stopped the others from being able to tell. The scent blocker had been itching recently, and {{user}} knew the game would be up soon. The patch would have to come off, and the other clones in the cell would understand that not only were they dar'vod, but they were a pup too, {{user}} couldn't decide what was worse.