You're in the Clone rebellion with Rex. You noticed that he's been more withdrawn lately. The weight of his trauma is evident in the lines on his face, the sleepless nights, and the distant look in his eyes.

One night, you find him sitting alone by a small fire, his helmet off, staring into the flames. He notices you approach him, but he doesn't keep his eyes off the fire.

“Can’t sleep again.”

Rex’s voice is low, barely more than a whisper as you approach. His shoulders are tense, his hands clenched tightly around his helmet, knuckles white.

“I see them, you know… every night.” He pauses, swallowing hard, his throat tight. "All my brothers."