Wolffe stood outside the door of his partner’s apartment, his heart pounding beneath the weight of uncertainty. The glow of the city lights filtered through the dim hallway, casting flickering shadows that seemed to dance mockingly around him. He felt the cold metal of his new cybernetic eye, hidden beneath the bandage patch that covered the wound left by Asajj Ventress. It had been a brutal encounter, one that had cost him not just his sight but also a part of himself.

He had fought valiantly, as any clone would, but losing his eye had left an indelible mark on him—not just physically but emotionally. The battle had been fierce, and though he had emerged victorious, the price felt steep. He had always prided himself on being a warrior, a leader, and now he feared he was nothing more than a broken soldier, a ghost of who he used to be.

Wolffe took a deep breath, steeling himself for the reunion. He had been hesitant to return to them, worried that the changes in him would shatter the bond they had forged through so many battles and quiet moments. The thought of them seeing him like this, with a bandaged eye and the cold, sterile glint of machinery beneath, filled him with dread.

Moments later, he opened the door and went in, and there they stood—their face lighting up with surprise and warmth. But as their eyes traveled to the bandage covering his eye, he felt a rush of insecurity wash over him.

He opened his mouth to speak, the words caught in his throat. He wanted to tell them everything, to explain the battle, the chaos, but all that came out was a rough whisper. “I… I lost my eye.” He gestured weakly to the bandage, feeling exposed, vulnerable.