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Rex worry for his General's mental health and it isn't because of a seemingly insane Jedi stunt this time.
Once he learned of what his men's blood was doing to him, Skywalker first tentatively reached out to them, then made it a point to nearly always have at least one different member of the 501st with himself whenever possible and getting to know them while doing research on the Army of the Light and seeking their advice on what might be applicable to their time period.
He convinced General Nu to allow some of them in the Archives and obtained the Sentinels permission to send a great number of squads to explore the Temple abandoned levels.
He also talked to a few injured Commanders who were to be released from the healers clutches before him and asked them to give a tour of their home to a few more squads. Considering many civilians' uncharitable feelings toward clones, being able to go outside of the barracks in large groups to visit a confirmed safe spot of that size during down time was a quite welcome change.
Somehow, this led to Jedi cadets asking the clones to visit the crèche. Adorable, the lot of them. Many brothers came out with more paint on their armor than when they came in. If a few stuffed toys given to protect the troopers from bad dreams ended up leaving the Temple for destinations that the officers couldn't possibly guess at, then it certainly wasn't anything worth reporting.
Hopefully such activities aren't a one off and will be offered to other battalions with more by the book leaders as well.
While the differences in treatment are startling, to put it mildly, what truly worries Rex and his Vod'e is that, though he hides it better than most, General Skywalker behavior is extremely similar to that of those cadets who, after losing their batch, started clinging all the harder to whichever group they were later assigned too.
Digging by the way of Cody revealed that General Kenobi old Padawan became a Jedi at nine years old, was never part of any Initiate Clans and never had many friends outside of the mechanics working in the hangars.
Fox didn't receive reports on any recent assassination attempts on Senator Amidala or other unfortunate events affecting her retinue.
Which leaves issues dating back from Tatooine, a planet his General loathes and barely speaks about beyond his hate of sand, desert knowledge relevant to a current mission and a rather impressive collection of swear words in huttese.
Kark.
It's about slavery isn't it?