Ahsoka's grip tightened on her cup as she remembered what the death throes of the Jedi Order had felt like, the remnants of her bonds with Anakin and Master Plo flaring up then out with fire and pain and silence.

"Not with the clones, not like that." It had been the most grotesque possible reminder of what she wasn't any more. "After, sometimes, if someone recognised what I could do. So I started looking for places that wouldn't."

Which was how she'd ended up here.