A/N: Sorry, another short flashback that will turn into a proper chapter one day.
Ezra's Plan, Stage 1:
D26/1 BBY, Lothal
The battle to capture Governor Pryce more or less went according to plan. With a couple of exceptions.
The first was when he'd felt Jai's life force wink out. The friend he'd made years ago in the Imperial Academy was gone. And it hurt. Jai had been like him, a Force sensitive, but untrained. Kanan had noticed it, the day he'd first met Jai. Ezra had asked Kanan hopefully if he would teach Jai too, thinking that having a training buddy would make learning how to use the Force so much more fun, but Kanan shook his head regretfully, explaining that this was a bad time to be a Jedi and that Jai was better off not knowing what he was or could be. He had a home and mother to go back to so he would be okay as he was, unlike Ezra, who had been all alone before his path merged with that of the Ghost crew.
And now Jai was gone and never would reach his full potential. Ezra could only spend half a second mourning for him before pushing that aside and concentrating on the battle again. Sorrow would have to wait for later. He'd always had the hope that one day things would be better for Force users and he and Kanan could teach Jai about the Force. Now that day would never come.
The second exception had almost cost him his life as he was fighting that ugly, creepy, little assassin thing of Thrawn's. A flash of a vision of Sabine had momentarily distracted him and the Noghri took advantage, knocking his lightsabre out of his hand. He'd called it back just in time and stopped the assassin's electro staff from making contact. And again, that flash of a vision hit him, but he fought past the distraction and tossed the Noghri over the edge.
He didn't have a lot of time to dwell on what it meant at the time, but he knew the image of Sabine sobbing with his lightsabre clutched tightly to her chest would always haunt him.