Hey! Okay this is from Neonz the Wolf Queen
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Ezra handed Sabine the last bomb he helped her make. "I didn't know it was that easy!" Ezra beamed, Sabine smiled before taking the bomb out of his hand and placing it carefully on the rack.
"It is once you get used to it. Hold on you got grease on your face." She took the rag and wiped the substance off of his cheek. "Ow! Watch it." He rubbed his scars and hissed. "Sorry Ez'." She responded, eyeing them carefully.
It would be a year from now that they would celebrate the day Ezra and Kanan got rid of the Grand Inquisitor.
But at what cost?
Sabine stared in sympathy down at the broken teenager before her. She knew he was holding onto his sanity, fears, bottling up his emotions to keep the peace with everyone around him.
She knew he'd break soon, she could see him slowly cracking under all of the pressure, the pressure of the Empire, the pressure of carrying the death of your parents on your shoulders, the pressure of making sure his new family didn't leave him.
The pressure of trying not to fail his new father-figure.
Or Hera, or her or even Zeb.
She sighed and shook her head quickly as Ezra gave her a confused look.
"What's wrong Sabine?" He asked, gratefully taking the hand that she held out the help him stand.
"It's nothin', just thinking about stuff. Y'know?" She shrugged.
She pictured Ezra breaking, and it wouldn't look pretty.
She put an arm around her 'little brother's' shoulders and brought him into the common room where Hera and Kanan were negotiating where to take refuge for the next three weeks. They were on leave, missions weren't available right now and it would be nice to have a small vacation from the stupid bucketheads.
She released him as Hera and Kanan gave them a funny look. Ezra seemed to look completely fine, he appreciated the gestures people gave him.
He was still getting used to the fact that not every time someone touched him that it was going to be immediate violence.
Kanan cleared his throat. "I'll see you later. Sabine, kid." He nodded to them and ruffled Ezra's hair.
"I have a name, y'know!" He shouted, sticking his tongue out at Kanan's back.
Ezra shook his head and sighed, turning back to Hera and Sabine. He looked embarrassed.
Waving, he said stupidly, "Hi." Hera snorted and sat on the couch taking out a book on Twi'lek history.
Sabine sat down and patted for Ezra to sit in the middle. He obliged and put his chin on his knees, arms crossed like he was hugging himself.
Hera smiled. She looked over, lekku swinging as she put a hand on his shoulder gently. "Ezra, check out this chapter, it's pretty good." She said, trying to strike up a conversation.
He stopped. "I don't know how to read," he looked away childishly.
"Really? What was your level of schooling?"
"I never went to school." He replied carelessly.
Sabine perked up, surprised. "Really?" She asked, shocked.
He nodded slowly, looking at her skeptically.
Hera put an arm around his shoulders.
"We'll worry about it later," she said softly. "But, I'm tired, and I can tell you are." She laughed and gave him a side hug, which made him chuckled at the joke. "I'm gonna sleep, and you're my pillow." She let Ezra lean on her side as she sunk into the couch, falling asleep.
Sabine rolled her eyes and leant on Hera's other side, falling asleep as well.
She would let Ezra get used to this, then she'd figure out how to re-piece his life back together.
She made it her goal.
HAHAHA Yes. Omg Love this one too :3
Joking Hera, we don't see it too often do we?
May the Force be with you!
~Space
