Rex holstered his pistol and pulled his helmet off. "Ahsoka, it's me, Rex."
"Rex?" Ahsoka's voice was nothing more than a whisper.
Rex hurried to her side and knelt by her. He grabbed her free hand in his and held it. She squeezed his hand. Her grip was already weak. Rex glanced at her wounds and winced. They were far beyond his skill, or even Kix's, if the medic hadn't deserted years ago. Besides, what good would trying to save her life do when it would lead to her capture and torture? "I'm here." It was all Rex could say.
Ahsoka coughed. "You shouldn't be here, with them." Her gaze landed on Vishi, who crept closer, probably curious about why Rex was holding a rebel's hand instead of finishing her off.
"They're just kids. They need someone to keep them safe," Rex told her, guilt pulsing through him. All his true brothers, Jesse, Kix, and a few others, had deserted years ago while he'd stayed in the Empire, like the terrified boys he'd charged himself with protecting.
Ahsoka held out her lightsaber. For a second, Rex thought she planned to stab him with it for staying in the Empire.
"Take this." She pressed the lightsaber into Rex's free hand.
"It's yours," Rex whispered.
"I don't need it where I'm going." Ahsoka's grip on Rex's hand weakened. "Goodbye, Rex." Her eyes slipped closed. Rex didn't let go of her hand even though she no longer squeezed his.
Vishi placed a hand on Rex's shoulder. "You better get your helmet on. The reinforcements will be here soon."
Rex stood, his eyes on Ahsoka's body. He stuffed the lightsaber in with his ammunition and put his helmet on. He watched Vishi, trying to pick up on the boy's mood. What did he think of the situation?
"If you're wondering, I won't say a word about this." Vishi touched the crack on his shoulder plate. "I owed you one."