#separatist civvie ella it isssss

[coeursainte]

                    delicate chin perched atop folded arms, the chest height wall separating the two providing more than an ample ledge for her to lean upon.      these snatched moments a welcome rest from her never ending toil.      ❝  i hardly knew what to expect.  ❞      a soft admission from almost reluctant lips, gaze sheepishly cast down to seriously consider the grain of the rocks which made up the barrier.

                    especially on a separatist planet such as this, a swirl of rumors certainly took on a life of their own regarding the grand army of the republic, especially the clones which made up the vast majority of its ranks.      a large number assigned a varying amount of inhumanity to their kind, building some sort of mythos around their treatment of others.      and myth it seemed more than utterly to be to ella's eyes, even when every last one remained shielded by their helmets.

                    honesty was what spurred her tongue, an explanation perhaps for how others may act.      not that she hadn't doubted for a moment they lacked experience in facing as much.      ❝  but i'm pleased to see everything they say is quite wrong.     i didn't wish to think any of it true of a living being.  ❞

— @galaxycrxss ( echo )