No one had seen Ezra for the whole day. The padawan had locked himself in his room, only coming out for a couple of minutes to bring his meals back into solitary confinement. The crew had tried at various times to draw him out, all to no avail.
"Kid if you don't get out I'll rip your arms out of their sockets." Zeb growled through the door. Of course, he didn't mean it. Playful violence was a common occurrence between them.
"I'm not in the mood. Go away." Ezra grumbled, which surprised Zeb.
"Ezra, honey, if you want to talk, I'm here." Hera cooed outside the door.
"No. I just need to be alone." Ezra whimpered back.
"Come out for some training and get your mind off things." Kanan offered.
"Don't feel like it." Ezra replied miserably.
All had been to help except Sabine, Ezra noted sadly. Maybe she didn't like him after all. Just as these thoughts ran through his head, there was a gentle knock on the door and a girl's voice.
"Ezra? Are you still up?"
His heart froze. It was Sabine. He wiped the tears from his eyes and replied in a strained voice.
"Yes."
"May I come in?" She prompted.
Ezra paused for a moment. "Yes." He replied decidedly.
The door hissed open and Sabine walked inside. She smiled warmly to Ezra and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.
"What's wrong? How come you haven't come out all day?" She asked gently.
"It's nothing. Just something from my past." Ezra whimpered.
"Ezra, it helps to talk about it." Sabine gently urged.
"It's today. Two years ago today my best friend died right in front of me. The only person besides you guys to stick up for me." Ezra was overcome by a fresh wave of tears. Sabine gave him a sympathetic glance and waited until he was calm again.
"Tell me about this friend of yours."