#if the issue is reading things back presumably reexposing myself to the bits i particularly like will help???

[notthestarwar]

Excerpt from the sun will rise on us again, the second in my 'Fox escapes order 66' series

Even like this. Lives diametrically different, with a empire between them. Fox knows Cody like he knows no other. The first person that he had ever laid eyes on. They'd been decanted within seconds of each other and Fox had seen once, in his medical notes, a cold and clinical account of his first moments.

The kamineese had noted, that after decantation, unlike some subjects, CC1010 had not opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, nor had he looked around the room, as the clones enhanced sight might have allowed. Instead, some base instinct within him, had driven him to reach out to the nearest being and rather than looking up to the scientist assisting with the decantation, he'd tossed his head to the side before blinking open brand new eyes.

It was the kind of knowledge that once known, could never quite be forgotten. The tubie that would grow to be Fox, had opened his eyes while facing the subject to his left and, the scientist had noted with interest, for reasons they could maybe speculate on, but, without further study not determine for sure, he had reached out a hand towards CC2224's own, grasping it with 'a grip seemigly superior to previous batches'. They'd made note of it as 'something which would certainly need to be tested further', certainly not out of any kind of sentimentality but still, Fox got something from it that the Kamineese might never have thought him capable of. Cody had been the first person Fox had ever seen and their first instinct in life, had been to reach for each other.

Fox loved every one of his brothers. He loved them in the only kind of way that you can love the only people you'll ever be allowed to. The kamineese had installed in them a sense of duty, of service, to the Jedi, to the republic, but it could never match what they felt for each other. Something instinctual and quite accidental on the part of their cloners, but something quite unavoidable all the same. The kind of love that can never burn out. The kind that persists no matter what that person might do to you, no matter who they might become. A lasting kind of love, not put out by something as insignificant as death. It was a love that might make you run when all you want to do is fight. A love that might make you survive when all you want to do is die. One that might force you to live.