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Well, actually hard-core writing...

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Ezra didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even breath. He gave a nervous laugh, "Real Funny, Kanan, I've accepted it, it's ok…you don't have to try and make me feel OK." He was afraid to meet either of their eyes.

"He's not joking Ezra, if your leg was permanently paralyzed, you wouldn't be able to feel anything…not even an electric pulse," Sabine smirked.

Ezra wanted to believe it, he really, truly did, but it was too good to be true. He had gotten used to use the force to help him balance, to the empty feeling where his legs should be.

"Just bring me back to my room," Ezra said bitterly. He once again wished he could get up on his own and walk out.

"Didn't you hear me? You might be able to walk!" Sabine exclaimed, confused why the boy wasn't excited.

Kanan had been studying Ezra's face. "Bring him back to his room, Chopper," he commanded.

Sabine stared at Kanan disbelievingly, "He has to try! He can't just give up!"

"It's not our choice," Kanan said quietly. He turned to see Ezra rolling out of the room. He had hoisted himself up while they had been bickering. Sabine started after him, but Kanan cut her off.

"Give him time."

….

Kanan reached Ezra's door and came to a halt. He heard voices in the room:

"I want to believe it, Chop, but it can't happen…The inquisitor was pretty clear when she said "permanent"…" Ezra sighed.

Chopper let out a series of beeps, causing Ezra to give a half-hearted grin.

"Yeah, I guess legs are dumb, you don't have to worry about them," Ezra answered.

"Wap, Wah," Chopper rumbled.

Ezra smiled, this time whole-heartedly, "Thanks, Chop…"

Chopper exited the room, and Kanan took this as his cue to enter. Ezra eyes went wide with fear, "H-How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough," He answered simply. "Enough to know we need to talk, really talk."

"Great," Ezra gritted sarcastically.

"Why do you do that?" Kanan asked.

"What?" Kanan had caught Ezra off-guard.

"Use sarcasm, all the time?" Kanan asked, refusing to let Ezra's gaze drop.

"I don't know," Ezra shrugged. He didn't like where this was going.

"I think you do," Kanan argued.

When Ezra didn't respond, he continued,"I think it's because your trying to protect yourself."

Ezra ripped his eyes away from Kanan's powerful gaze, "No, it's not. Besides, what would I be protecting myself from?"

"The truth," Kanan stated. "You're afraid of having hope, afraid of what will happen when we do have a mission, you're afraid of more change."

Ezra knew what he was saying was true, he knew Kanan was right, he knew he needed to let him in, but he didn't know how, he didn't know what to do.

...

Ezra dropped his head in defeat, "You're right. About everything. It's just…not easy to listen."

Kanan saw his padawan understood. He walked over and sat next to him on his bunk.

Ezra didn't need encouragement to start, he told Kanan everything, from the feeling of absolute terror when he fell, to desperately trying to make things up with Sabine, to the disbelief everything could go back to normal. Ezra was surprised to find Kanan was an excellent listener, making no comments until the end. Ezra poured everything into his words, his heart and soul.

They sat in pin-drop silence for a minute after it was over.

Kanan spoke first, "You've been through a lot."

Ezra gave a soft snort, "That's an understatement."

Kanan glanced over at the raven-haired teen who was now lost in thought.

"Do you like it here?" Kanan asked surprising Ezra.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, "Why wouldn't I?"

Ezra thought about how he would have so easily left a while ago, "No! Uh, no Kanan. I don't want to leave, I'd be happy if I never have to leave you guys," Ezra spoke quiet, but Kanan felt the passion behind the words.

"I'm sorry," Ezra spoke once again. He gave a partial smirk, "I think I've said those words more this week then I ever have in my life…"

"That's good. You have someone you love enough to care," Kanan simply stated.

Ezra smiled, this time it was of pure bliss, "Yes," he responded, "I have you guys."

"Ok then, it's settled. We'll began practice tomorrow?" Kanan asked, summarizing.

"Jedi-training? Are you crazy? Just cuz' I opened up doesn't mean I can suddenly get up and walk…How am I supposed to work li-," Ezra rambled on, not stopping until he saw Kanan's growing smile.

"What?" Ezra demanded.

"I meant practice for your legs," Kanan did his autograph eyebrow raise.

"Yeah, I- I totally knew that…" Ezra covered.

"Sure, kid," Kanan wrapped his arm around Ezra's shoulders. Ezra could be annoying, and ackward, and secretive, and not to mention his tendency to not trust….but he was Kanan's padawan, his son. The thought made him glow inside.

To Kanan, and Ezra's, surprise Ezra leaned into Kanan's shoulder. They sat there, comforted by each other's presence.

"It isn't going to get any easier, is it?" Ezra said, his words soft.

"No," Kanan sighed, "Probably not."

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