"I just mean, they never really had a choice in all this."

She hesitates, briefly, to say what she's thinking. But there's no point in softening it. "They were the Republic's slaves. More than that, they'd never known anything else, right? From the time they were born, when they were children, all they did was..."

Hera straightens from the wall, her words slowing as a realization that has nothing to do with the clones lights up her mind.

She closes her eyes. Her voice goes quiet. "Shit."