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~TheChosenOne260

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Ezra had mastered walking with his brace. He had experimented walking in front of Zeb to test it. Zeb said nothing, but mentioned he was "glad to 'ee" him up. Ezra gave an inward smile, this might just work. Until he had to participate in another mission…the smile died.

Ezra immediately regretted leaving his room when Kanan saw him in hall and smiled. "How about some Jedi training?" He grinned. He tossed Ezra his saber. A pained look flashed across Ezra's face, but as soon as it came, it left. Kanan wondered if he actually saw what he thought he did.

"Sure!" the fake smile hurt Ezra's face.

Kanan tried to go easy on Ezra, hence his injury, but he wasn't making it very easy. Ezra's movements were jerky and clumsy. It seemed he had two left feet; Kanan almost laughed at that thought. He mentioned it to Ezra. All the boy did was mumble something that was inaudible to Kanan, "You have no idea."

Kanan couldn't take much more of this nonsense. He cut off another failed Jedi lesson. Ezra almost looked relieved, Kanan again wondered why. "Are you sure your head is OK?" Kanan asked. He pulled the boy over to him, inspecting the bandage. "I'm fine!" Ezra moaned pulling away.

"No, you're not! Why do you keep hiding?" Kanan raised his voice.

"I'm not hiding!" Ezra shouted back.

"That isn't how it looks to me; you stay in your room all day, all night!" Kanan barked.

"So? You're the one who won't let me leave!" Ezra objected.

"You can leave whenever you want!" Kanan cried.

"Fine. I'm leaving." Ezra turned away from Kanan and stumbled back into the Ghost, not even bothering to hide his limp. Hera, just coming to see what the noise was, had to move out of the path of the distressed boy. Kanan was left there, eyes wide. Hera met Kanan's eyes. "We need to talk," she specified.

….

Ezra had made up his mind. His leg, the non-paralyzed one, had begun to numb. It was only a matter of time before he was rendered helpless. He'd do as Kanan wanted, he'd leave the crew.

….

Hera had called everyone to the cockpit, besides Ezra, to talk. Hera had just opened her mouth to speak, when the door slid open and Kanan pushed a grumbling Ezra inside. Zeb and Sabine looked up in interest. "I ought' the kid was't invited!" Zeb asked.

Ezra glared up at Kanan. "Let go," he demanded. Kanan was holding him by the wrist. "What is the meaning of this, Kanan?" Hera ordered. She hated seeing Ezra like this. Many times Ezra had shut them out, she hoped this was not the case.

"Ezra here has something he'd like to explain," Kanan said releasing his grip on Ezra's arm.

"NO, I don't!" Ezra crossed his arms and turned away.

Kanan turned to the rest of the confused crew, "He does." Ezra turned back and glared at everyone. It was easier to leave if he was mad at everyone.

Sabine was scared. Genuinely scared. She'd never seen Ezra like this. She glanced over at Zeb. He seemed just as unsettled.

Hera and Kanan just calmly met the glare. Ezra hated this, he hated pretending, he hated leaving, he hated himself, but…. But, he didn't, couldn't, hate the crew. It was a fact. To everyone's surprise he dropped his ferocious glare.

A rather soft voice, not matching Ezra's previous look spoke, "I'm leaving." He refused to meet anyone's eyes.

"What do you mean, Ezra?" Sabine asked incredulously. "Leaving what?!"

"You are't leavin' the crew are ya?" Zeb added, disbelievingly. Kanan sighed, this isn't what he wanted, not for the crew, not for Ezra. Ezra's fierce glare returned and he spoke firmly,"I'm leaving the crew," he cast a guilty look at Zeb. He turned to leave, but Hera stood in the door with Kanan.

"Kid-," Kanan began. Before he could finish Hera enveloped Ezra in a hug. Ezra, shocked, stood there, not even bothering to hug back. She whispered into his ear, "Is this really what you want?" Ezra allowed himself to be held a little longer. No, this wasn't what Ezra wanted, but this is what he'd get. On the street, you get what you get and you can't throw a fit because if your picky, you'll probably be dead anyway.

….

Ezra had just finished packing, not that he had a lot to pack. His leg had been bothering him all night. Sharp pains had kept him awake. He briefly considered wearing his brace, but almost immediately decided not to. His leg had held out more than a week, it could last another few hours. He was ready to go. Go where exactly, he had no idea. Who'd take in a young, lame, past-rebel, ex-Jedi? Ezra winced, even he wouldn't do that. He thought about the large, empty landscape of Lothal. He find a way to survive, he always did.

…..

Kanan couldn't believe this was happening. His padawan, his specter six, his crewmate, his son, was leaving. Not just on a trip to the market, for good. Maybe if he hadn't been so hard on him, or tried harder to talk to him…No, Ezra was stubborn, this was his final decision.

…..

Sabine sat staring at her portrait, hours after Ezra announced he was leaving. He was supposed to leave the next day. She cried, she hated to admit it, but she did. Real tears; she had never cried like this before she joined the Ghost crew. She remembered the words of her mother, "Don't be afraid to cry, tears mean you have someone you love enough to deserve them."

She loved Ezra, as brother….as more. She couldn't let him do this, but if she couldn't stop him, she wanted something to help Ezra remember the disheveled band of rebels he had left behind.

….

The crew of the Ghost stood on the ramp. Ezra hadn't met any of their gazes. No one could believe this was happening, not even Ezra. The crew had ordered, well, practically begged Ezra to take some provisions, but if felt wrong; It felt like he was stealing; Hera still snuck some in his pack. Ezra gazed out onto the empty landscape of Lothal. "You sure you want to be dropped off here?" Kanan asked, for the fourth time. Ezra, having answered "yes" the last three times merely glared.

"I guess this is a goodbye…" Ezra trailed off. He needed to leave before he broke, before he began to cry. "Where's Sabine?" Ezra asked. She had not come out to say goodbye.

"She did't feel good," Zeb responded, straight faced. Ezra just nodded; he wouldn't come say goodbye to himself either. Wow, he thought, that is just sad. Too bad he'd never get a chance to thank the expressionistic artist for making his life interesting. Ezra finally had the guts to turn away from his ex-crew. Kanan stepped forward and gave his padawan one final hug. This time, Ezra returned it. Ezra grabbed his lightsaber from his belt, fingering it, unsure of what to say. Luckily Kanan saved him, "Keep it." Kanan gave a smile, something Ezra thought was the bravest thing to do. "Thank you," Ezra said. "For everything." He walked down the ramp, this time, with no distractions.

"Wait!" ordered a new voice.

"Sabine?" Ezra actually smiled.

"I can't stop you from leaving," Sabine frowned, "But, I can at least give you something. Something that will help you remember you will always be with us." Ezra hesitated, but didn't move. Sabine brought a large something out from behind her back and placed it in Ezra's hands. Ezra stared down in shock. It was the portrait, or at least part of it. Sabine had cut out Ezra, or the painted version of Ezra. His eyes began to water. He realized something else. The part she had cut out of the wall had part of Sabine's chest-plate. Then he noticed Zeb's Bo-rifle, Hera's blaster, Chopper's mechanical arm, and Kanan's lightsaber. Sabine didn't accidently do that.

"What portrait?" Kanan whispered to a just as confused Hera.

Ezra didn't care anymore, tears ran freely down his face. This time he met Sabine's gaze, "Thank you." Those two words held a lot of power.

Sabine smiled, this time it was genuine. She had never expected such an emotional reaction from this usually quiet and sarcastic kid - no, not kid.

"There is a reason I'm leaving," Ezra finally spoke. No one said a word; they were all worried he'd close up again.

Ezra had just opened his mouth, when instead of a confession and cry of pain was released instead. Ezra gripped his leg. The Seventh Sister was right, it was much more painful, slowly. The pain was making his vision spotty. He saw the concerned and confused faces of his crew. Ezra hadn't put the other brace on, a mistake he now regretted. Ezra lost his footing and fell down the ramp. His head hit a rock, not too hard, but hard enough to open his cut, and reinjure his still tender head.


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~TheChosenOne260