I am soooo sorry for the long wait!

I have been so extremely busy with school and orchestra...

Anyways, here you guys go!

I haven't had much time to write. I will be taking some time to do so...and hopefully soon!

Without further ado...

Kanan's world came crumbling down. He not only watched his Padawan, his son, die, but he watched him die thinking his family was dead, merely figments of his imagination.

Sabine's lip quivered, and she wished for her painted helmet back on the Ghost. The pain of missing him was nothing compared to this experience. She had tried, and failed, to help Ezra...the one she thought more than a brother of…but now that didn't matter. Nothing did.

Hera leaned Zeb. Her mind was in a flurry. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She tried so hard to protect everyone. But she knew this was war's toll. The rebellion would never succeed without sacrifice. Still…she wondered if it had gone too far.

Zeb regretted all he had done to make the kid's life miserable. He'd never said he loved him like an annoying, cocky…yet caring little brother. He never said he enjoyed their petty squabbles, or when they worked together. And now…he never would.

Chopper let quiet, low, distressed moan. It was the most human he had ever sounded.

Irene wasn't so subtle. She cried, loud, ugly sobs into Davin's jacket.

…

Sabine liked fresh air. This room had none. The air was stuffy, filled with depression, pain, and failure. And Sabine's least favorite thing: Silence.

Irene followed Sabine's eyes to the door. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but it seemed she had no more tears to cry.

Irene felt protectiveness for this girl. She was around the same age as….as…the boy, and she obviously needed comfort. She silently wrapped a single arm around Sabine and led her towards the door.

As if leading a procession, Hera followed Sabine out, not once trusting herself to look back, then came Zeb, painfully shuffling along.

Kanan did not follow.

He stared at Ezra's limp, cold body, shivering. His hand had immediately lost all of its previous life.

Kanan dropped his head onto Ezra's bed.

It was over.

So why couldn't he accept it?

…..

The other's gathered in Irene's kitchen. Sabine couldn't look at a single shade of blue without tearing up. Luckily, Irene's whole kitchen was a raven blue. Though the thought that Ezra's body was laying in the next room unnerved her, she could almost accept his death. Maybe that was wrong, but she had come here believing he was already dead. She had a chance to save him…that's all she could ask for.

Hera looked down at the spirun caf Irene had given her. The cream was making a soft, pretty pattern on the top.

She was healing too, but much slower. She was still in shock. It was a lot to take in, losing a crew member, only to find him in the place you'd least expect him…and then lose him again.

"How did he get here?" Hera asked, suddenly, disrupting the quiet aftermath of the tragedy.

Irene's head raised, she sniffed, "Davin found him…he crashed with a TIE, we should of taken him to an imperial doctor, but we couldn't, I mean he—"

Hera held out her hand, stopping Irene from bursting into tears once more.

"No. An imperial doctor might of recognized him…It wouldn't have been any better," Hera stated, firmly, implying she would not take another answer.

Irene looked down, sighing.

"I never had a kid—," Irene began softly.

"I was too afraid of the Empire."

Hera nodded, sympathetically, these were tough times.

"I had begun to hope Raven…Ezra, would fill the gap, but now—maybe I shouldn't have," Irene's eye watered, but no tears fell.

"He told me you were like a mother to him," Irene glanced up at Hera, with a brave attempt at a smile.

Hera's dismal expression warmed, "I—I guess I did think of him as a son…The Ghost crew is just a big family, a mixed-up, muddled, family…but a family, no matter what."

"Did he say anything about me?" Sabine chimed in, trying to sound casual. She gave a small inward chuckle, she was still asking questions.

Irene found herself eyeing Sabine's black hair, which had just begun to rub off, showing the shocking blue beneath it. How could she put this…Ezra had spoken in code about Sabine. By that, Irene meant she knew Ezra had strong feelings for Sabine…Sisterly, and more.

"He cared about you…a lot," Irene spoke, her entire face written with seriousness.

Strangely, Sabine found herself blushing. She quickly composed herself, putting the creasing frown back on her face.

Zeb had been thinking…He wondered what Ezra had thought about him in his last weeks of life. He opened his mouth—

Irene beat him to it.

"He thought of you as a brother too…" She gave a reassuring smile.

Zeb nodded.

They would heal. Somehow, it would be alright.

…..

Kanan still hadn't moved. Sure he had moved when the sobs wracked his body, but he hadn't gotten up. Frankly, his knees hurt; the floor was wood-planked. Yet Kanan's eyes refused to look once again at Ezra's pale face.

Kanan, who had personally seen his master slaughtered right in front of his eyes, by some of his very own friends, was terrified. How would he go on, knowing his own Padawan, the one he needed to carry on the Jedi ways, was dead. Gone.

He sighed, closing his eyes for the approximately 67th time since he watched Ezra give his last breath. He placed his head in his hands. Meditation always seemed to give him peace.

He sensed the bitter-sweet feelings of the crew, in the other room. He sensed the sympathy and horror from Irene. But mostly, regret.

There was black, a void that Ezra's signature used to fill. Kanan's signature was filled with light, tranquil. It disgusted Kanan. Kids shouldn't be wrapped up in war. Why did he let Ezra get wrapped up in war? Why did he tempt him with the Jedi ways, when he ultimately received the fate of every other Jedi?

The kid didn't deserve to be extinguished.

Funny, he used to hate being called kid….now he had been calling Ezra "kid" without realizing it. He curled his lip in distaste, eyes still closed.

As he began to relax, forcing the horror out of his mind, he delved deeper into the void of what was once Ezra.

Gradually, he came upon a bright light, a small flame in the middle of endless darkness. Just barely a spark, but it was there. He compared his bright fire of a signature to the small flicker. He felt….sympathy for the small flame…

He slowly added his own flame to the fire, not really thinking of what he was doing. All he knew, was that he was calming himself. He pulled himself away from the small flame that was now a roaring fire. Kanan almost seemed out of breath….strange…

He felt a small, but obvious movement in the room.

He tore himself out of his meditation.

What in the Galaxy was that?

He glanced over at the body. His eyes widened, his face of complete bewilderment. Did his eyes deceive him? He knelt over Ezra, listening, watching carefully.

Ezra's face was no longer pale, but flushed.

It all made sense. He had fed the flame, but had the fire really restarted?

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