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Ezra was dragged along by a stormtrooper. His heart was racing at high speed after what happened. The dizziness had gotten worse from what happened, it caused his stomach to ache for food and water. Ezra could feel the blood from his nose and his mouth still had some blood in his mouth, he wanted to take his hand up to stop it and spit out the blood. Yet he could not do anything about it or he would end up more beaten than he already was and he could not take more beating right now. Not that it would matter, he would soon be on Mustafar and then he would be killed along with the man. Ezra knew he had done the right thing by refusing to kill the man, but he had sealed his own fate and the man's by doing so. Ezra could not stop but wonder if the man was angry at him because they were being sent to Mustafar, and it was kind of Ezra's fault.

The man was being forced forward but it looked like he was on the verge of collapsing, his eyes was closed, his face ghastly pale and he was shaking violently. The man winced at every step he took and his legs, which were shaking, looked like they would collapse any minute, refusing to carry his full weight much longer. It did not take long before the man collapsed, a trooper then slammed his foot into the man's stomach; causing the man to cry out weakly as the beating continued, but not even that made the man stand. The man just laid there trying to catch his breath. Too weak to even stand, while taking beating, after beating on his thin frame. Finally the troopers gave up and started dragging him instead.

They entered the transport and the trooper secured the chain to the wall in the small transport while dragging the man into a small cage on the opposite side where they let go of him and he collapsed on the ground. The man moaned a bit before laying completely still with his eyes close. The troopers did not remove the cuffs and man was left with bound hands despite being locked up in a cage, the man's wrist might hurt just as much as his did. Ezra could feel his own wrist hurting, the binders gnawed in what little skin he had left there. Ezra knew the man was out cold from the intense pain; his breathing while even were sharp intakes of air. The man's back was bathed in blood and large cuts, some of them were still bleeding, it was horribly to look at. The pain the man must be in must be in, it made Ezra remember how he felt when he was on the receiving end. Not to mention that the whipping had happened because of him, it was hard not to feel guilty. As he sat there, Ezra looked upon the man and speculated about who he was and what he had done to be send to Mustafar with him. If the man was arrested then he was a criminal, but if the Empire wanted him, then he couldn't be all bad. Well at least not as bad as the Empire.

These thoughts were replayed in his head as the transporter began to head to the starship to load them on. Ezra held his hands onto his nose to stops the bleeding, but it it took most the journey for the blood to coagulate. The man's wound slowly stopped to bleed as well, but he man did not stir.

The Starship was within sight when Ezra saw the man open his eyes. The boy didn't know why he jumped when he noticed the man was awake; maybe because he thought the man would of bleed out from his injuries

The man then locked eyes on Ezra, but seemed to have problems focussing on him. The man moaned in pain in a low tone, and took some deep pained breath. As the man lifted his head and started to try and get up, Ezra knew he would want to talk, which would only make things worse for both of them.

"Kid? What-," he began to croak out.

"Sshh if the guards hear us talking they'll beat us up" Ezra whispered to the man in fear. Relief washed over him when he noticed the troopers hadn't heard either of them.

It was quiet for a moment before the man asked something that Ezra knew was eating at him

"Why didn't you shoot me?" The older male whispered as he attempted to sit up, only to slumber down to the ground, too weak to succeed. The man took a few pained breath while his face grimaced over the pain of the collapse. The man's cuffed hands was not making it easy for him to get up.

Ezra was a little surprised; not because the man asked it, but because he didn't completely know why either. Not that he had the time to answer because soon the transport stopped, and the Starship ramp was down, ready for the prisoner pick up.

While one trooper came and dragged Ezra along others had to haul the man, probably cause they knew he would collapse if he attempted to stand. As the stranger was brought down one hall, Ezra down another dark hall. Ezra could feel the man's look follow him as he walked down the hallway, the pain in his legs increasing with every step.

Once the trooper brought him to a cell, he undid Ezra's cuff and chain and kicked the boy inside. Ezra fell inside and immediately felt the pain upon the impact with the ground. Ezra felt dizzy; and for a time, things seemed to spin, despite the fact he was laying down, but his heart rate had at least slowed down. Ezra didn't bother to get up; not to pound on the door or to find a way out. Ezra just laid there for some time. His wrists hurt after the long time in binders, his sprained legs were aching, but at least the cell was less cold than the last. Ezra was also both thirsty and hungry but he doubted he would get anything. The question the man had asked kept repeating in his mind. Ezra supposed he had all the way to Mustafar to figure it out however long that took; even if he realized the answer, he doubted he would live long enough to tell it to the man. Perhaps he could whisper it to him when they transported them down to Mustafar before they would both be killed.

Turning onto his back to get more comfortable, he saw it; his miracle, his way out a vent. On the ground underneath the cell's bench was an air vent, one that could easily be overlooked by the troopers. Ezra hurried to the vent, to see if there was a loose screw that could loosen the door, only for his luck to give him a second blessing and show the vent hatch could be swung opened.

Ezra listened for a moment in case anyone was coming for him. When he found it clear he crawled into the vent, to possible freedom. Slowly he crawled through the vent as to not alert anyone. The slow movement also helped to not aggravate the cuts and his sprained legs. He would not risk lose the first chance for freedom he had since the he was captured. Of course there was still one problem, how was to get out of the starship. Ezra knew the ship was already in mid-air, probably already in space. Ezra could try to steal a shuttle but he could not fly one; he could drive a speeder, but space shuttles weren't the same thing. Ezra knew his best chance was to remain hidden, long enough for the ship to leave Mustafar and escape on the first habitable planet it went to after that. Ezra could find a way to sneak back to Lothal after that, that is if so choose to return to that planet; after all what did it have to offer him?

Suddenly he felt like something was trying to push him further into the vent. Before he was captured he thought it was his sixth sense; but then the Grand Inquisitor taught him the only useful thing he could use, the force. After The Inquisitor gave him a lecture on how the force could make him strong and to serve the Empire, Ezra was able to piece together that the force was what had guided him, helped him to survive when others his age would have died. Should he listen to it now? He decided to see where it took him, as it was probably the best option he had right now. It was like having someone whisper where to go, right, left and then right again. He crawled for several minutes not sure what would meet him when he arrived. As he arrived to a vent opening, he felt it; the force screaming at him, like it was saying 'you arrived'. As Ezra looked inside the room, he saw him, the man from before strapped to a torture table.

The man seemed to be out cold and still rather pale. Every breath looked painful with the sharps intakes of air the man took. The man was also shaking a bit every once in awhile, like he was cold. Not that Ezra blamed him after that whipping. The cell had no one else in it, but in the corner caught something else; a plate of bread and a cup of water.

Ezra knew this method as it had been used on him. Taunt him with something he has no means of reaching, a way to break those who are in desperate need of food and water. The person would often ended up doing damage on themselves because desperation overran common sense making them pull on the restraints.

Should he help the poor man? It was dangerous. Any minute a trooper could open the door and he would be recaptured. At the same time something inside him wanted to help him which surprised him. Why did he suddenly feel so much for this man? He had not killed him even though he could have saved himself, he had stuck his neck out for him when he could have risked a beating himself. The man should be thanking him, at the very least give what little food and water he had. Ezra could try to snatch the bread and water; The man would not know neither could it do him any good. His stomach twisted at the thought of food and something to drink, he hated being so hungry it hurt, it gave him a headache. Ezra crawled down and hit the floor but the movement was too much for him cause he began to enter a dizzy spell before his world became black. When he started to come to, he could see the bread and water, his stomach was screaming to him. Ezra needed the food and water so desperately, but suddenly a thought hit him. The man was probably just as hungry as him, he could not just take the man's only means of food and water, that would be wrong.

"What is it with this guy that i keep sticking my neck out for him? It is dangerous to do that. Rule number one on the street, don't trust anyone" Ezra tried to school himself as he bright the plate and cup closer to the man, waiting for him to wake up.

Ezra remembered though that the man showed him the same compassion to him. The man gave him the okay to end him, to spare the boy the fate they both now endured. But as the thought of food taunted Ezra, he thought of the man's motives. Was it to save him from a terrible fate, or was it the man's meager attempt to save himself from the ongoing pain, by ending it permanently.

Ezra's thoughts were interrupted however when he saw the man stir once more, the man groaned and started to moved around a little. Even so the man did not open his eyes but suddenly he whimpered and a few tears feel down his cheeks and a low "no" was whispered. It seemed like the man was caught up in a dream or thought and Ezra was unsure for how long he had been standing here but finally the man eyes fluttered open. Ezra began to fear what would come next from the man, anger or despair.

SWR

Just as before, the pain burned all over him, none more than his back that felt like it was on fire, it felt like the Inquisitor had penetrated every part of his back. Every breath was burning in his lungs. It was like his whole body was burning. How was even alive after that? The pain had been worse than ever before, he had been sure the Inquisitor would kill him this time as the whipping had continued. Kanan shuttered at the thought about the amount of blood he had lost, he hoped he would not lose more, his body could not handle it. Kanan could feel the restraints around him as he was standing on a hard surface, indicating he was yet again on a torture table. The pain build up as his legs wanted to collapse but the binders forced him to stand. Perhaps a finale attempt to get Kanan to talk before he met his end. Kanan wasn't sure he had the strength to turn them down this time, he was drained. The barrage of whipping had smarted far more than he could handle but he had to. If he spoke his crew would be in danger, the thought of the crew being captured because of him was horribly beyond words. Kanan could feel a few tears fall down and a small no was whispered before he could contain it. The crew would be tortured if he gave in and he already had images of that from the drug, he did not want to see that horror come true, for their sake he had to keep going to the end. Since there was not enforced new pain onto him and the Inquisitor did not mock him, he assumed that he was alone in the cell, which was a relief. Kanan moved and the contact with the hard surface made the pain in his back become worse, he could not stop a groan.

Kanan knew there would be consequences when he had shouted at the Inquisitor, but the thought of forcing a child to kill him was horrifying. Even more sickening was that the kid was receiving the death sentence with him. What could a child have done to be sentenced to going to Mustafar for execution? It was heartbreaking to think of. They were both going to Mustafar and it frightened him, he had heard that it was place Jedi was sent to be tortured and killed when they were found. What surprised him the most was the fact that the kid had not shot him. Why had the kid spared him?

Just then he heard something move. Kanan opened his eye's, he assumed it was the Inquisitor or a torture droid, but to his pure shock the very boy he was just thinking about, was standing right in front of him. How had the boy gotten in his cell? Did the guards put them in the same cell? No, Kanan remembered being dragged off in different directions when they had arrived. Had the kid broken in, and if so, how?

The kid stood on one side of him, barely tall enough to meet Kanan's chin. Kanan then noticed the kid had a cup in his hand. Was this part of the Inquisitor's plans? Can't make the kid an executioner, so try for torturer. Of course Kanan's stomach decided to betray him and started to rumbling, these only reminded Kanan of his extreme thirst more. The child seemed scared and unsure, like he did not know what to do and Kanan could see the kid slightly trembling. Kanan had remembered that they had put a plate with bread on and a cup of water when they left. Like his shirt, he had been tempted to pull on the restrains to get the food. But the pain from the whipping and beating was too much for him to handle, so the immense pain had made him black out, again.

The boy noticed Kanan staring at the cup, what the kid did next was a blessing. The kid reached up high enough to Kanan's lips so he could drink. Kanan's stomach twisted in anticipation, his throat was screaming for water. Kanan took a sip as refreshingly smooth water trickled down his throat. As he gulped it down, the cool sensation tamed the fire that had been sitting in his throat for days. Kanan then noticed the kids own dried lips, and stopped gulping the water down, despite his stomach and throat protesting at that. The kid could tell Kanan had stopped drink so took the cup away.

"Have you drank anything?" Kanan asked with scratchiness lacing his voice still.

The boy shook his head no.

"Then go ahead. You look thirsty too."

The boy didn't need to be told twice, he took a few quick sips of water before he finished. (If Kanan had realized the kid's thirst sooner, he would of saved more than half a cup).

The boy then bent back down and brought up a piece of bread. He broke it into two halfs and held it up to Kanan so he could eat it. While a bit dry he was more than happy to eat it. To eat without his hands was not easy, at first he could only bit small parts of the bread to avoid it landing on the floor. Kanan was amazed when the child took small parts of the bread and held it to his mouth so he could eat it. Normally Kanan would hate being feed like this, but right now he was grateful just to get something. Besides it was hardly fair to blame it on the kid for things being that was. Kanan had not had anything for at least a standard day and he suspected it was really two days since he last had been given anything. The food and water helped a bit on how weak he felt, the shaking of his body lessened and his breathing wasn't as pitched any longer. When he he was finished the boy took his own part and ate it with a speed that told of great hunger. The child must have been without food and water for at least as long as he. How could they treat a child this cruel? Being so up close to the child, Kanan saw them so much clearer; the bruises from beatings, the cuts and scars from torture, the boy's small frame and skinny features showed he had been beaten and starved for quite a long time. There was blood on the torn shirt from when Kallus had slammed him so his nose it had started bleeding, plus the kid's mouth had a small river of dried blood running down from where the child had spit the blood out; all punishment for not shooting him. It made him sick to think that they would beat a child just because he would not kill someone else. In fact most of his clothes and some of his skin had either fresh or dried blood from wounds and beatings. Kanan clenched his hands in fury; which caught the younglings' attention.

"You're mad." It wasn't a question as the boy backed up in fear, hold his arms close over his chest.

Kanan was perplexed, "What? Why would I be mad?"

"You are," the kid began to shake in fear, "and when people are mad it hurts" the boy mumbled.

Kanan found this strange, he was strapped to a torture table he could not move from, even if he was furious, he couldn't do anything about it physically. Not to mention he was not about to hurt a small abused child that had just spared his life and now was giving him food and water. Then it suddenly hit him, the child was used to anger equalling pain.

"Kid listen I am angry at the Empire for doing this to you. I am very grateful to you for helping me."

The boy looked away, attempting to hide a blush as he replied, "you're welcome", in a silent whisper.

Kanan could tell the boy was still cautious, "Why would you think I'm mad at you?"

The kid began rubbing his arms mindlessly before he choked out, "Because I couldn't do it. End your pain." The boy then began sobbing a bit, "Why else would you want me to shoot you? You wanted to die, but I couldn't do it. Now you're mad!" The kid shrank to the floor and the tears fell down his cheeks, while hugging himself in distress.

The kid seemed to be having an anxiety attack.

Kanan was able to motion his restrained hand in a signal for the boy to stop, "Woah kid, listen. I didn't, don't, want to die. But if it meant you could live, be spared from the same fate as me, I was able to accept that."

The boy looked surprised by Kanan's words.

"But you don't even know me." the kid stated.

Kanan shrugged his shoulder (though it stung once he did). "You don't know me either, yet you refused to kill me, even if it meant saving yourself. Why?"

Kanan saw it before the kid turned his head away, the perplexion of confusion and deep thought that was painted on the boy's face. Maybe the question was too complicated for the stressed child.

"Okay, let's start off with an easy question; what's your name?" Kanan as wondering this for some time. The Inquisitor only called him 'boy' and 'street rat'. He felt bad he had only called the kid 'kid'.

"...Ez...Ezra," The boy replied with some hesitation.

"My name is Kanan." Kanan smiled, "Thank you kid, I owe you."

The kid, Ezra, then shrugged his shoulder's, "It was nothing."

Kanan couldn't help but to chuckle, though it hurt his lungs to do so.

"What did you do?" Ezra asked suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Kanan asked in some puzzlement?

"What did you do to make the Inquisitor hate you so much?"

Kanan knew this was a fair question, and hoped he could ask a similar question soon.

"I'm a rebel," Kanan admitted before he went into detail, "My friends and me, we're part of a rebel group that want to take the Empire down, and mess with them a little before that can happen."

Ezra then smiled, showing their was still a child under all the torture and abuse, "Cool."

Kanan chuckled and felt the burning stinging in the side return, "Yeah, it is. We even have a ship called the Ghost"

Ezra's grin though turned serious however, "It's not the only reason though, is it?"

Kanan was taken back a little by the comment. That was until Ezra specified.

"I can tell. You have a nicer signature than the Inquisitor."

Signature? Kanan was shocked when he realized what the kid meant. Could it be possible? That was when he remembered getting his shirt; the other sad presence he felt. It had been sad, it had to of come from a prisoner, from the boy.

"Kid, are you talking about the force?" Kanan questioned with skepticism.

Ezra took a moment to reply, but he nodded his head in conferment, "I didn't know about it until I was imprisoned here. I still don't really understand it, but it helps me when I'm in trouble, I use it sometimes too to sense people."

"Between people like me and the Inquisitor." Kanan speculated.

Ezra nodded his head.

Kanan then got a crazy idea, "Kid, while you've been here, have they injected you with anything?"

Ezra shook his head, and looked confused by the question, Kanan was almost giddy at the Empire's stupidity.

"Kid, I have an idea that might save us both." Kanan offered, intriguing the boy's attention.

"You see these locks around me?" Kanan asked, knowing the torture table locks wouldn't shock him if the force was used on them.

Ezra got up to get closer to Kanan and the locks, examining them a bit.

"Yeah," Ezra confirmed, but wondering where the man was going with this.

"Okay kid listen to me," Kanan instructed, "Focus on the locks. Envision the locks unlocking in your mind."

Ezra looked at the man with a lot of speculation.

"Trust me kid, please." Kanan appealed to the kid.

Ezra, for some odd reason, decided to listen to the man, and took a deep breath. Ezra focused on the locks as he followed Kanan's directions.

Take a deep breath and close your eyes, envision the locks in your mind, envision them unlocking.

Ezra, listening to the man, focused, saw the locks becoming undone. That was when he heard them unclick.

Ezra opened his eyes, and to his astonishment, saw the locks on the binder around Kanan's wrist undone.

"I DID IT!' Ezra exclaimed in joy, but hushed himself in fear of someone else hearing him. Once it was confirmed no one heard him, he helped Kanan undo the straps around him. Even so the relief of being without restrains, after so long, was immense and he almost wanted to cry out; but Kanan kept it together to focus on getting him and this kid out of this horrible place. Even so, Kanan quietly rejoiced at now being able to move without restriction.

"Great job kid." Kanan praised as he attempted to stand, but could only make it to the wall for some support. His nerves were screaming in pain over the movement, and he nearly collapsed on the way over there. Kanan did not notice this, but Ezra did, that the torture table he had been laying on had spots of blood on it, he was too busy just keeping himself upright.

Ezra began to ponder, "So know we aren't restrained but still trapped in here."

"How did you get in here?" Kanan asked.

"Through the vents. The troopers often forgets all about them making them perfect to get around in without being noticed" Ezra answered a little smudged.

"But you would not be able to get your head in let alone the whole body" Ezra said after having thought about it.

"I can't but you can." Kanan verified.

Ezra smiled as he knew where Kanan was going with this.

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Once Ezra crawled into the vent once more, he was able to get into the hallway. With no guards at the cell door, Ezra crept to the door and able to open it from the outside. Once the door slid open, there Kanan was, leaning on the wall, smiling at the kid, who in return was smiling back at him.

"Nicely done," Kanan applauded as he tried to climb the stairs out of the cell, only to fall head first into the hallway.

Kanan tried to get up but all that resulted in was a groan which made Ezra worry that someone would hear them. Upon closer inspection, Kanan looked quite pale.

Ezra scurried to help the man up, "Try to lean on me a bit." Ezra insisted. Kanan did so and Ezra could feel the weight of the man and how he struggled to walk, even with his help.

Ezra could hear how pitched Kanan's breathing was and he could feel a slight shaking from the man. The weight from the man also made it more difficult for himself to walk than it already was, as Kanan was leaning heavily on him. The two were able to make it down some hallways before finding a opening to some supplies. Once inside the two closed the doors, Kanan slide down to the floor.

"Are you okay?" Ezra asked in surprising concern.

"I will manage" answered Kanan but he could tell that the man was in a lot of pain and getting paler.

The man sat there for a short while taking in deep pained breaths before he managed to get up again. Kanan started looking through the supplies and he did the same. He had done this before and knew exactly what to take and what to leave behind. Ezra grabbed a trooper helmet for his collection, but put it back when he realized it would attract too much attention if he was carrying a helmet through the ship. Ezra then took every small piece of electronics he could get and he even found a few boxes containing felt rations for the troopers, which he ate a handful of before he grabbed a few for Kanan too. His stomach almost settled in relief of finally getting something more than a half bread after three days without anything. Ezra then handed some to Kanan as well. Kanan smiled at having the bar and patted Ezra's head in gratitude. While Ezra flinched at first, he found he liked the gentle touch Kanan offered, and smiled at the man's kind gesture.

Kanan soon devoured the ration bars with relief, Kanan must have been just as hungry as him. Soon Kanan went back to examining the hold.

"Where is it?" Ezra heard Kanan as the man went through the shelves.

Ezra looked around for what the man could be looking for and found what he thought the man would be looking for; his shirt.

"Here it is." Ezra pointed out as he grabbed the shirt and handed it to Kanan.

Kanan though didn't seem as excited as Ezra had hoped, but smiled in appreciation.

"Thanks kid," Kanan replied as he put his shirt on slowly to not agitate his wounds.

"But I'm actually looking for something else." Kanan admitted, his attention though was caught by a silver box with locked fastings around it.

Kanan tried to open the box with no success. Ezra knew Kanan would spent too much time at this, so he grabbed the box and started to work on the lock. It took him about 10 seconds to unlock it and open it up. Ezra gasped at what was inside. There was a comlink but that was not the interesting part there was something else. A lightsaber, laying in two pieces that could be put together.

Kanan smiled as he saw exactly what he was looking for.

"There it is, thank you for finding it" he said and grabbed the commlink and packed it and then took the two pieces, put them together and hang it to his belt.

He gasped at that. The lightsaber belonged to Kanan? But the only ones to have those were sith and jedi. Kanan had to be one of these two things and if he was a sith he would not have been imprisoned meaning that the man was a jedi.

Now it made sense as to why the Inquisitor hated Kanan so much. The Inquisitor's had spent quite a bit of time lecturing Ezra on how the Jedi had been destroyed, and he should help the Grand Inquisitor find and kill the few jedi that had survived order 66. Ezra gulped when he realised that the Grand Inquisitor had been very close to succeeding, he had almost killed one. Kanan looked at him.

"Something wrong Ezra?" Kanan asked.

He shook his head, not wanting to discuss it with Kanan at the moment, and thought of another matter.

"So how are we going to get out of here?" Ezra asked.

"We need to find disguise so we can sneak to the hanger and steal a transport" Kanan answered and moved further into the room.

"Can operate a transport? Because I can't, so we can only escape that way if you can," he said.

"It is not operating it that will be a problem for me Ezra" Kanan answered.

Ezra peeked worried at the man, what did he mean by that? Kanan must have known it for Ezra could hear a sight from him.

"When we leave in the shuttle we will be in light speed and it is dangerous to detach a ship from another ship in light speed. Even so we don't really have much choice. If we stay here we will be sent to Mustafar which will lead to our death" Kanan told him.

Kanan came walking back with a stormtrooper armour and sat down on the floor, clearly the effort was taking a lot out of him.

"Try to find a disguise" Kanan said.

He nodded and starting going through the room.

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Kanan very slowly and carefully put on the armour but was careful to not agitate his opened wounds; a challenge in itself because he began to shake from feeling so weak. Every breath hurt and he was worried about how he would make it to the hanger, especially with the extra weight from the armor. With some problems he got it up and started to check over it was sitting as it should when his hand touched something … restraints. Kanan had to fight an impulse to throw them away. Kanan had really started to hate these things. Then another and even worse thought came to him. Kanan had seen nothing that could act as a disguise for Ezra. Which meant he would have to pretend he was a storm trooper making a prisoner transfer but to do that he would … have to put the kid in restraints. His stomach felt like it just had been much heavier. How could he do that to the poor child?

"There' nothing" Ezra said as he came back to him.

Kanan hearts fell, knowing what he had to ask the kid.

"Then I am afraid we have to make it look like a prisoner transfer" Kanan said.

It took a moment before Ezra realised what he was saying and his right hand grabbed around his left wrist taking them up to his chest to keep them away from the cold metal.

"No, I can't," the kid gasped, his breathing becoming uneven, tears starting to form yet again.

"I really wish there was another way, but unless you have a better idea then we have to go with it," he said in a sad low voice.

Ezra took a moment, but he nodded reluctantly with the plan. Slowly Ezra lowered his hands and stretched them out to to him but he closed his eyes and seemed to anticipate pain. Kanan gently rolled the kids sleave up to see if there was a place he could place them with minimum pain. Kanan was horrified at what he saw. All over the kid's wrist were traces of raw skin and scar lines that had cut deeply into the boy's arm, now coated in the boy's clotted dried up blood. The Grand Inquisitor must have ordered restraints to be used on the boy a multiple of times to get this bad. Kanan carefully rolled the boy's sleeves down again and applied the restraints over the sleeves to relieve some of the pressure on the poor kid's wrist. Despite Kanan being as gentle and as loosely as he could, Ezra still grimaced. Kanan hated that he had to do this to the poor boy.

"It will be okay Ezra I will get them off as soon as I can. I promise" he tried to reassure the boy.

Ezra nodded but still looked uncomfortable about the situation. Trusting a man he had just meet to help him could not be easy for him. Kanan was grateful the kid was being so open with him now. It was probably what would help them escape in the end.

As Kanan stood up, he apparently did so much too fast as he began to collapse onto the floor in pain.

"Kanan?" he heard Ezra call to him, but he had no breath to answer. Ezra couldn't do anything to help him with the restrains on and he could do nothing but just lay there trying to find his breath.

"This is great." Kanan thought to himself in sarcastic frustration at the situation. How were a man, who could barely stand, and a scared abused child going to escape from an Imperial Starship?