Cal put a hand on Kanan's cheek.
"Caleb," he whispered softly, disbelievingly.
"Oh, Cal," Kanan says, pained, "I thought you were dead."
"I thought the same of you, my sweet playmate. Why didn't you tell me about your padawan?"
"Ezra isn't a padawan, not really, and I'm not a jedi. I can't be a jedi anymore."
"Of course you're a jedi, Caleb, nothing they do can take that away from us." Cal says, his hands tracing down to hold Kanan's.
"Caleb Dume was a Jedi and he died with his master. Kanan Jarrus is nobody special."
"So, you're going to forsake your culture? You'll be nothing but a no good, lowlife scoundrel‽ That's no way to live!"
"You have no right to tell me how to live my life!" Kanan shouted. Cal took a step back, anger in his voice and tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"It's like I don't even know you anymore!"
"Because you don't!"
"No," Cal said sadly, "I don't. You said it yourself, Caleb Dume is dead." Cal turned away.
"Goodbye, Kanan Jarrus." Cal said over his shoulder as he walked away.