TW: suicide mentions/discussions, mentions of torture
Sabine wanted to hang out with him. Sabine. Wanted to hang out with a street rat. Of course he agreed, he wanted to get to know the girl better, they were living together after all. Sabine decided that they would paint together, or rather she would teach Ezra how to paint. As she was dragging Ezra to her room, he asked her to slow down, as his leg was still bothering him a bit. She nodded and walked the rest of the distance to her cabin.
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"Roll up your sleeves, trust me, you do not want to get paint on your clothes!" Sabine remarked. Ezra hesitated, he didn't really want Sabine to see the damaged mess that was his arms, but then again, this was a chance to bond with Sabine. Sabine noticed his hesitation, "It's ok Ezra, I won't bite!" Ezra sighed, here goes nothing! He rolled his sleeves up to mid-way up his upper arm. There, for Sabine's eyes to see, was a wide array of scars. Sabine's eyes widened but otherwise said nothing. Instead she picked up a paint brush and handed it to Ezra. "Paint... right there!" She said as she point to a spot near the end of her bunk. Ezra nodded and went to work.
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Sabine was not painting. While it looked like she was, her brush had no paint on it and was barely touching her wall. She was really thinking about Ezra's scars. There were just so many. There were darker ones that looked pretty old, huge blaster wounds that had healed, little circular ones, slightly larger round ones, jagged scars, faint ones around his wrists that looked like they were the result of the worse rope burn known to the galaxy, and finally, perfect, even cuts on his wrist, ranging in color from a shade lighter than his tan skin tone, to white, to a dark, fresh looking pink. Sabine had many scars of her own, she was a warrior after all, and war gives you scars, both physically and mentally. But Ezra... Ezra wasn't in battle, sure he lived in the streets for years but... his arms scared her. If that's what his arms looked like... she shuddered at the thought of the rest of his body looking like that. She was curious however, she wanted to know how he got the scars. She knew that he would never tell her outright, so she decided to make a deal with him, if he told her about one of his scars, she would tell him about one of hers. Now she just hoped that he would agree to the deal.
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After a while, Ezra stopped painting. While he wasn't the artist that Sabine was, he was proud of his depiction of the first time he saw space. When he showed Sabine she seemed to like it, and that was good. But then Sabine say him down on her little table and chairs she had under her bunk. "Ezra, I'm a little curious about your scars, so... if I tell you about one of my scars will you tell me about one of yours? Only the ones you're comfortable talking about!" She added quickly, and smiled at him. Ezra pondered the deal. While he was curious, he didn't want his crush to know about all the kriff he's done. Ezra sighed, both internally and externally, "...sure." Sabine's face brightened, "Really? Awesome! Umm, I'll go first! Which one do you want to know about?" Ezra scanned her face and arms. There was a tiny scar on her lip, that seemed like a good place to start. "How about the one on your lip?" Sabine thought for a second, and then laughed. "When I was little, I tried to eat a stapler!" Ezra snorted. "You tried to eat a stapler?!" Sabine shrugged, "To be fair, I was only 1." Ezra laughed harder. "Ok, my turn!" Sabine declarated, "What about these?" She said pointing at the smallest sets of circular scars. "Oh, um, people used to use me as an ash tray when I was first living on the streets." Ezra flashed a grim smile. "Sometimes they would pay me for it." Sabine grimaced, but continued. "Your turn!" Ezra picked a long scar running up her entire right arm. "That was from the first time I made a bomb." She blushed. "I stood too close to it when it went off. I learned my lesson though!"
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Sabine was debating whether to asked about the scars on Ezra's wrists. She might scare him off if she asked too early but he might get bored and leave before she gets to them if she waits. She decided to go for it. "Ok, what about the lines on your wrist?" Ezra's face went white, but recovered quickly. "Umm, those are umm, umm, some from a time when I had umm given up." Sabine nodded. She didn't completely understand, but Ezra didn't look so hot so she decided to lay off the questions. "C-can we be done?" Ezra mumbled and Sabine quickly nodded and said, "Absolutely! Thank you for agreeing to do this with me! I enjoyed painting with you! Would you want to do it again? Without the scars I promise!" Ezra smiled slightly and nodded. Then fled the room.
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An hour later, Sabine went to the cockpit to talk to Hera about the things she had discovered about Ezra. Hera listened intently to the story Sabine told and pondered Sabine's questions on Ezra's story. "Sabine, given Ezra's history I would be surprised if something like that didn't happen. He's been alone for years, without anyone caring for him. Wouldn't you feel hopeless with anyone caring for you?" Sabine pondered that. "Yeah, I guess. But what do we do?! What if he tries to... tries to kill himself again?!" Hera sighed, "I'll have Kanan talk to him with me, but right now, just show him kindness. That's all you can do for him right now." Sabine nodded. She would do that.
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"Ezra, if you ever feel like that again, I - we want you to talk to someone, ok? I'm sure Sabine's more than happy to listen to you." Ezra nodded, he would do that, for them.
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Disclaimer: *yeets off a cliff* NOPE!
So there will be some sort of sequel later in the series. It will go into more detail in Ezra's mental state.
Thank you to otako4ever for this prompt. I'm so sorry that it turned out like shit. ?ￂﾠ
Reviews
otako4ever: Girl, I am not a good writer, but you're very sweet! I hope you don't find this chapter too disappointing!
Guest: Good point on the injuries bit. I thought I covered that better but then again I'm still learning how to do this. I have multiple chapters worth of ideas for Ezra's gang/street activities so be on the lookout for that!
May the LORD be with you, always! ~Midnight Luna