Chapter 36
Responses! To Hannah, regarding that wound on Ezra's side, it's still there, but it isn't affecting Ezra enough for him to wonder about it. Right now he is focusing on his lost memories, and he has enough injuries so that the one on his side doesn't stick out. It's still there, but it's healed enough to not bother him.
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"When can I learn that?"
"There is no try."
"Good job."
"What are you afraid of?!"
"Let go of your fear."
"C'mon, Kanan. Give me a break."
Kanan.
Ezra's eyes opened and he let out a breath.
A name. That was the first time that he had actually heard someone's name. Ezra's happiness quickly turned into despair when he realized that he still had no idea who that person was.
Great.
Ezra pondered asking the Inquisitor about it, but quickly discarded the idea. The Inquisitor would tell him that he was losing his focus, to not linger on the past. There would be no help coming from him.
Ezra groaned.
Another dead end.
Ezra glanced around the room for something to take his frustration out on. The room was surprisingly barren; the only thing Ezra found that wasn't attached to something was some splinters when he searched under the bed.
Ezra picked one of them up and rolled it around between his fingers. He couldn't recall having anything broken in here.
Crack.
Ezra gripped his head as pain lanced through it.
What?
Crack.
I hate you Jedi.
Jedi?
The bedpost shattered.
Ezra flinched as splinters burst forward, only to disappear. Ezra looked at the bedpost, before slowly reaching out and brushing his hand against it, marveling at it.
It should be broken.
He broke it.
Didn't he?
Upon further inspection, Ezra deemed that it was different than the other ones.
Must have been replaced. So I must have broken it and they changed it. Why did I break it?
Ezra knew that it had something to do with the Force. His emotions must have been out of control and the bedpost was a casualty. But there had to have been a reason why.
Kanan….
Ezra gripped the bedpost. That name. It had something to do with this. He knew it. He needed answers.
And Ezra could think of only one person who would have them.
The Inquisitor might refuse to tell him anything, but he had to try.
Because no matter how easy it would be to forget, Ezra didn't want to let go.
Not until he knew the truth.
The Inquisitor sensed the boy before he actually entered. His confusion was evident; the boy was doing a poor job at hiding it. The Inquisitor frowned at that. The boy was losing control of his emotions. He was losing focus, and the Inquisitor couldn't have that. Not when the Jedi and his allies were lurking out there, waiting for their chance. The boy had to be ready to cut them down when the time came; he could not be wavering. Not now.
The Inquisitor would have to change that.
"You're early," The Inquisitor commented, facing the boy, checking him for signs of weakness. The boy refused to meet his eyes, and his hands were tugging on the hem of his shirt. The Inquisitor accessed the boy's mind, curious as to what would make his apprentice cower. The Inquisitor smiled as the boy's thoughts and memories made them known.
Ah.
So he's been remembering his former allies.
He's been remembering the Jedi.
Kanan. So that is the name of the Jedi.
How quaint.
"What do you want?" The Inquisitor asked, formulating a plan in the meanwhile. It would not bode well for the boy to become conflicted over two sets of memories. It could cause him to pause in the middle of the battle. It could cause him to become weak. And the Inquisitor didn't need that.
But perhaps, he mused, I can use this to my advantage. He knows of the name, but not who it is connected to.
The boy hesitated, before locking eyes with the Inquisitor.
"Do you know who someone named Kanan?"
"Kanan?" The Inquisitor asked, "Now where did you hear that name from?"
"I….I had a dream, Master. I heard myself say his name. Do you know who he is?"
"He is someone from your past, Apprentice. Someone who should remain forgotten."
The boy's eyes hardened.
"So you do know him. Please, Master, I wish to know who he is."
The Inquisitor let out a sigh and appeared to be somewhat sad, although Ezra couldn't help but feel as if it wasn't genuine.
"He is a Jedi that you encountered, Apprentice."
Ezra's mind pulsed loudly at this and he winced.
Jedi….
Lightsaber….
Kanan Jarrus.
Master….
Master?
"Jedi?" Ezra questioned, mind reeling. He knew a Jedi? But they were the enemies.
Weren't they?
"Yes, a Jedi," The Inquisitor responded, "You encountered him on a planet called Lothal. He concealed his identity as a Jedi to get close to you, to gain vital information on the Empire."
"Did he?"
"Unfortunately he did. The moment he obtained what he was after he discarded you."
"Discarded?" Ezra's voice sounded disbelieving. That didn't sound like something a Jedi would do. Weren't they supposed to be the protectors of the galaxy?
Ezra could see now why they were the enemies.
"Yes, Apprentice," The Inquisitor continued, "He threw you away, and when you attempted to go after him, he attacked you. Haven't you wondered why your memories are diluted?"
"He did that to me?"
"He did. I was too late to stop it, and by the time I arrived, he and his allies had fled."
Ezra tightened his hold on the hem of his shirt. The Jedi did this to him. He took his memories. He took everything from him. Ezra would never forgive him.
He would kill him.
Ezra would hunt down Kanan Jarrus and kill him.
Only then would he get his revenge.