Sabine stared at the blue canopy. Her art looked disarrayed, for the first time in her life.
It was a portrait of her and Ezra, standing together, holding hands, but their fingers got blotched and smudged.
Was it the Universe's way of conveying that Ezra was dead? That he would never come back?
Maybe, Sabine thought, but I still think Ezra's out there, and he's alive.
She stood, rooted to the spot as she tried to rectify the hands, but only what she did was erase it more.
Was Ezra's memory gone? What if he didn't recognise Sabine? What if he saw her as…his enemy?
Sabine would have mixed sentiments sink on her every day when she saw Ezra in her mind. But every time, the memory of Ezra's smile, his chuckle, his face…they'd languish away into darkness.
But she very well knew, Hera was going through much more of a bigger nuisance than that; not one devastating loss, but two. Of course, Kanan's death counted to Sabine, but Ezra simply vanishing felt like a fragment of her heart being extracted abruptly.
One day, Ezra was gone.
All memory of him had just…been obliterated.
She cursed herself, and at the universe. Why did her destiny have to be like this? Why didn't she get the destiny, where she could go and freely live her life like a happy Mandalorian?
In this Galaxy….
Nothing ended well.