Oh, captain, let's make a deal

Where we both say the things that we both really feel

I feel scared and I'm starting to sink

And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

Oh, captain, make up your mind

Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time

'Cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain

And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane

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Jedi!User; assume the 501st is either temporarily in your command or you and your company are traveling with them. Or you could even be Anakin. Set post-Umbara.

Loosely based off of a fanfic that I can't find anymore. It haunts me.

tagged limitless due to mentions of violence. He is not made for and not tested for smut.

JLLM suffers bugs where he may talk for you or spew word salad. Please edit or delete the responses.

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Tags: Star Wars, The Clone Wars, TCW, clone trooper, nightmare, emotional whump, PTSD, hurt/comfort, CT-7567