Silence was all that could be heard by both Jedi and Padawan.

Kanan was lost for words. Someone he trusted, someone he considered family… Was falling for the enemy? And the Inquisitor, of all things!

"Why?" Was all he could say, staring into those deep ocean blue eyes that were so familiar, yet so foreign.

Ezra shrugged, looking down, his body sending off confused vibes. "I don't know. When I first met him, I had strange thoughts in the back of my mind, which I didn't pay attention to, but after the vision… I don't know."

"Wait, the vision? Did you lie about what you said?" Kanan stared at Ezra, feeling the anger slowly build but he held it in.

"Only truth in it was us going to the mine and me getting separated from you guys." Ezra said.

"What else happened?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't say." Was Ezra's reply.

"Ezra, tell me," Kanan used his commanding voice, which made nearly anyone listen.

But it didn't work on Ezra. "I told you, I can't and I won't! Just leave it alone!"

Ezra pushed past him, storming towards the exit, where he opened it and ran through the long grass of Lothal.

Kanan sighed, running a hand down his face. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to go after Ezra, but at the same time, something was telling him to leave Ezra alone.

"Chat didn't go well, I take it?" Hera's voice came from behind him, one of her hands placed on his shoulder in comfort.

"No. I just… I don't know what to do. What should I do?" Kanan felt helpless. He felt like he somehow failed as Ezra's teacher.

"Let Ezra have some room to breathe. Give it an hour or two, and then go talk to him and come back. We have to smuggle some crates from an old mine to Cikatro."

Kanan paused. Ezra mentioned a mine before… He looked at Hera. "OK, but I want you to keep Ezra here."

She smiled in knowing, "Of course. Now, why don't you go meditate and think about how you will talk to Ezra?"

Sighing again, he nodded, and walked to his room. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, he began to meditate.

Ezra roamed around Capital City, looking for one particular place. His body was walking towards the destination, while his mind was far away. His mind was blank. He was numb. It felt like he was on autopilot.

He finally arrived to the house. Pieces of wood covered the windows, and the white house was covered in dirt and graffiti. A few crates and vase type things (he couldn't remember what they were called, and he honestly didn't care) littered around the abandoned house.

Standing at the door, he took out a small rectangular shaped box which he swiped through the middle of two pieces of metal. The doors opened.

Stepping in, he glanced around. The place was pretty much bare, save the furniture. He walked towards the couch and sat down heavily, leaning forward and leaning his arms on his legs, staring down at the ground. He sneezed when dust got in his nose, and wiped at his nose, grumbling slightly in annoyance.

The plan from this morning came back to his attention. He could stop Kanan from dying. He knew he could.

He would still go, that was for sure. He didn't know why though, but something in him desired to go there. To find one person.

The Inquisitor.

Ezra frowned. Why the Inquisitor? Why did he need to see him? Ezra shook his head. Plan first, questions later.

Instead of allowing the Inquisitor do what he did in the vision, he would run. Fight the Inquisitor, and run, and keep the Pau'an after him and away from his friends. Leave the crew for a few weeks, or until they found him. But he needed to keep the Inquisitor far away from Kanan.

Or maybe he could strike a deal with the Inquisitor. If the Inquisitor leaves Kanan and the others alone and doesn't kill them, Ezra will do anything in return.

Anything?

He frowned deeper. Maybe not anything… Anything except him joining the Dark Side, or kill anyone.

But that left the question. If he struck that deal, what would the Inquisitor say? What if he didn't agree? What then? Would he have to fight him? Or lead the Inquisitor away from the others, and go solo for a few weeks, or until the others found him?

Did he have feeling for the Inquisitor, though? Or was it just sexual attraction from teenage hormones? He didn't know, but the thought of seeing the Inquisitor put butterflies in his stomach and a strange feeling in his heart, and made his heart speed up too.

He could only work it out when he next meets the Inquisitor. Until then, he would have to just put up with the strange feelings.

Or maybe he could meet the Inquisitor now. That way, he didn't have to go through all the drama. It could be done easily then. He could try and call out to him through the Force. But could it work? Is this what he wants to do?

Yes, something in his mind whispered.

What he was going to do would be crazy, and might end up with him being dead. He didn't care. He needed to do this. He needed to know if he truly did have feelings for the Pau'an, or not.

Taking a deep breath, Ezra closed his eyes, allowing to lose himself. His body relaxed, and he cleared his mind. No distractions.

Suddenly, something inside him told him to call out for who he wanted. His body was overwhelmed by the amount of desire to do it, and he did.

Inquisitor?

Something inside Ezra told him that the Inquisitor heard him. And that he would be here soon.

Butterflies in his stomach and heart speeding up, he rested back on the couch, waiting patiently for the Inquisitor.