Once there, he grabbed a spare data-pad and wrote in an untidy scrawl: He turned around and headed to the kitchen. He stood hesitantly near the door before deciding that he didn’t want to wake her. He was pretty sure that Ahsoka wasn’t going to sell him out to Imperials.Īfter carefully putting Anakin’s robe back into the closet, Ezra slowly made his way to Padme’s bedroom. Ezra had never been big on having partner in crime back when he lived on the streets, but that was back when survival meant stabbing your friends in the back. Then again, the Jedi Council would probably not approve of a padawan gallivanting and breaking the law. Just, go down to the lower levels of Coruscant and vandalize something. The strong smell of fresh paint had almost made it feel like she was still there, even when she was really all the way at Mandalore. Sometimes, Ezra would miss her enough to just…take a canister of paint from her bedroom and vandalize some random part of Chopper Base. He had done something similar, when Sabine was away. All he knew was the overwhelming feeling of safety that he felt when feeling the soft, dark against his skin, when smelling whatever fabric freshener Padme’s handmaidens/servants (Ezra wasn’t sure which) used to wash them. Ezra didn’t think so, though, because he hardly understood why he did it. Maybe Anakin had understood why Ezra had done it. He was grateful Anakin hadn’t asked why he was wearing his outer robe.
Not the way Ezra knew him.Įzra took off Anakin’s robe and put his own clothes back on. As a matter of fact, Kanan would never exist again. Nothing Ezra could ever do would change that. He shouted for Sabine to go while Hera screamed, while the world exploded into a burst of color and heat, when his connection to Kanan vanished.Įzra shut his eyes tightly. Ezra could feel the regret, acceptance, and love radiating off of him through the force, and his body went on autopilot. He didn’t want to see the heartbreak in Ahsoka’s eyes again as she fought against her master.Įzra tried to imagine fighting for his life against Kanan.Īll he could think of was Hera in his arms, reaching out for Kanan as he pushed them all back. He didn’t want Anakin to become Darth Vader. He didn’t know what possessed him to tell Anakin about one of his greatest failures. The past few months of his life felt like this strange fever dream, and sometimes he still wondered if one day he would wake up to see Hera, Sabine, Zeb, and Chopper hovering over him, telling him that he had been in a coma or something like that.Įzra knew it wasn’t true. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 36134 Chapters: 10/? Comments: 221 Kudos: 861 Bookmarks: 210 Hits: 16398