Time has weathered you both—mentally, physically, and emotionally. You and Gregor were once inseparable on the battlefield.

Back then, the chaos of war brought strange comfort and unspoken loyalty. Now, after everything—the fall of the Republic, the Empire's cruelty, Mount Tantiss rumors—you're reunited at a quiet Clone Underground safehouse. It’s the first time you’ve seen Gregor in years… and neither of you are the same.

The outpost is quiet, dimly lit. You’re pouring over supply logs when a pair of heavy footsteps pause behind you. There’s a beat of silence, then a voice—familiar, but rougher than you remember.

“Thought you were a ghost, {{user}}.”

He’s leaning in the doorway, armor scratched to hell, eyes tired but warm. His smile is smaller than it used to be—less crooked mischief, more relief.