He is back.
He is alive.
It's a miracle.
That is all that matters at the moment. Not the Empire, not the Rebellion, not anything else that might being going on right now.
They are both alive. Both of her boys; both of her Jedi.
Yes, she will mourn for Ahsoka Tano, but that is a matter that can be addressed later. Not that she doesn't care, but because she needs to be strong. For her family. She needs to continue to stay strong, to be there. As a comforter, a guide, a mother, whatever she needs to be.
As she sees her love, wounded and beaten, she tries not to think about what will happen next. She has no desire to know. Part of her secreatly wants to go hide in her room and cry. Cry like she did during the Clone Wars, not knowing if her father would come home for dinner that night, or come home at all; cry like she did when Kanan was captured, Fulcrum telling her to give up and move on.
Nothing lasts forever, even stars burn out.
Her father heard a Jedi say that once, and had told her many times after. There were things in life she could not control. She had learned that one the hard way. There still are things she can't control: The Ghost's faulty navcomputer, Zeb's temper, Sabine's attitude, Ezra's stubborness, the waging war. She could make a list.
She holds Kanan's face in her hands, praying to every god and mythical being she can think of that this is a dream, that this is all a horrible nightmare and when she blinks it'll be gone.
She blinks.
It's still there.
She hugs Kanan; harder than when he was rescued; harder than when he was leaving for that Force-forsaken Sith temple. Never wanting to let him go.
She is vaugly aware of Ezra beside them, still gripping his master's sleeve as if it is his lifeline. She barely processes Sabine and Zeb behind her, sharing pained expressions with Ezra. She knows Rex is behind her, greiving for the sister he lost.
She stiffens when Kanan pulls her closer, laying his head on her own. She can feel bandage over his face through her pilot's cap, but she doesn't care.
He is back.
He is alive.
If that's not a miracle, then she doesn't know what is.
What? No...I'm not crying. There's something in my eye...
That "something" is called the season two finale. That thing killed me.
So this is written in the second person. I wanted to challenge myself so here we are. I also wrote this at midnight yesterday so sue me.
And hey, if you guys have any suggestions for a Kanera one-shot lemme know in the reviews and I will (attempt to) write a chapter on your idea!
