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Summary:

Triscribe's Original Summary:
Further down the hall, Shmi could see the dark and sandy heads of Kitster and Anakin sitting within a circle of Jesse’s brothers, laughing as they shared food and stories alike. “And thank you for this, as well.”
Unlike others she’d thanked throughout the night, who simply shrugged it off with brief comments about 'being in the right place at the right time', Jesse went quiet.
“...we followed a man named Skywalker,” he eventually said. “Before, before something went wrong. And we wound up here.”

(Quick Warning, for something I wasn't sure how to put in the tags without scaring people off from the whole fic - there is one vague scene with implied sexual slavery, but nothing actually happens, and the most description I put in is just a clone trooper offering to help a girl put her clothes back on. If that's still too much for you, I totally get it, just skip the third section, which comes after Threepio's point of view.)