All work and now play make jar jar...

Jar Jar was sad, he had just wanted to help, but now he was banished from his home. The memories of his first life had started to fade, like some lost dream, as each day of crushing loneliness of the swamp made him start to believe it was all a hallucination, that maybe he should just... try again, have a happy childhood, laugh play and swim to his hearts content... but each time he worked up the courage to try, he could not. No, he had made the decision to go on, no matter how crushing the loneliness, or the faint memories twisting and distorting and loosing sense. He had to remember, remember... the empire was bad, yes, the emperor did bombad things, Vader was very scary... what was before that... the republic, republic was good, the Queen was nice... Jar Jar missed the nice Queen, and Ani. Binks missed reading about the adventures of the little guy, in his mind the image of the sun bleached blonde kid exclaiming how this or that was wizard seemed to help keep the Gungan somewhat sane. Though the memories were starting to be a bit wrong, as his memories turned to the clone wars, memories of the chancellor trying to fight the war, of Jar Jars own proclamation before the senate... that was good right, it helped with the war... so why did it feel like a sad memory... anything to help the war was good right?

Jar Jar continued to ponder his memories during his exile, slowly feeling more and more depressed, hoping that some day something would change, he remembered that something changed, it must have... it must.