There is no improvement without pain. Embrace the struggle. Let it course through your veins.

I clench my eyes shut, and feel through the force.

I don't need my sight for this.

Drawing my newly constructed lightsaber, I lift it in a Form V stance.

Just as I was instructed. Heels planted, blade over my head in a powerful position. Power, along with quick instincts is the key to success; in a lightsaber duel that is.

Feeling the droid dash left, I level my blade with my chest.

Breathe. Predict the movement.

...

Right!

Chopping to my right, I come up empty handed.

Blast.

Swiveling on the balls of my feet, I feel the scrappy training droid step to my left, then lunge for an attack.

Terribly timed.

I lift my blade and block it easily, then backhand slash at the droids arm. Hearing a thud, I let out a breathe and deactivate my saber.

That's enough for today.

Still don't have any weights to my disposal. I did what I could.

Stretch, then start my body weight workouts.

500 push-ups

500 sit-ups

500 pull-ups (Zeb helped my build a bar in our room)

Then I started some walk through movements of Form V, as directed by Vader in my imprisonment. And finished with 50 rounds with some scrap droids we found outside of Lothal City.

Im definitely progressing, even without the likes of Kanan.

Force Training has only comprised of lifting the Phantom, alone with pushing, pulling, and attempting to freeze rocks. Zebs been great help really.

I think he feels guilty.

Good. They all should.

Hera seems to disapprove of my "brooding". As well as the others. None of them have said a word though, I can just tell by the way they cast their longing glances at me.

Like they feel sorry for me.

They Do. They think we are weak.

I'm not helpless. I can get through this on my own.

Pulling my towel and water to me, I start back to the Ghost.

A shower is very much needed right about now.

. . .

It's Midnight. Ugh.

Ezra's impromptu shower had kept me up. The steady Thump . . . Thump . . . Thump of the water pipes couldbe heard throught the Ghost.

Ugh. I hate it.

Covering my head with my pillow I squelch my eyes shut, praying the annoyingly low hum will subside.

Yesss. Finally.

Ezra has been exceedingly selfish lately.Not caringfor the opinion of the other four life firms in the ship.

Ezra cooks food? it's for him only. Ezra goes out? he goes alone. Ezra needs a nap, shower, or needs alone time? it's when he wants, regardless of previous plans.

Selfish brat. Sure the kid experienced the wrong end of a torture session with the mist bile and corrupt military accomplice the galaxy has ever seen.

No need to shed it on everyone else.

Oh, and that was the other thing. Ezra hadn't been captured by the grand inquisitor. The kid had been taken in by a Sith Lord ! Vader, according to Kanan.

He said his name in a course tone, dripping with disgust.

I did my research, he's not someone to mess with.

Over 100 confirmed Jedi kills. Has to be the most of anyone in the Empire, if not ever.

So yes, Ezra had his reasons. But being a dick 24/7 gets old fast.

Everyone has been sooooo fucking busy too. I'm supposed to just sit here and make sure poor little Ezzy doesn't do anything stupid.

Ridiculous. And force forbid I talk to the kid either. He doesn't like that one bit.

Wasn't my his kid all over me like 4 months ago? Gods what happens to that?

A light suddenly floods the room and draws me out of my thought.

"What is it?"

Ezra's voice cut cold through the room.

No need to be a dick.

Letting out a sigh he turned to leave. "Wait. Wait, Ezra hold on, I'm sorry."

Turning back to me, he lazily perches his arm across the frame of the door, casting a shadow across his naked torso, amplifying his features.

Oh. He has been working out.

Overall, despite lacking size, Ezra was definitely more cut than the average 17 year old. Arms are good proportion to his round shoulders. Abs cut clean, chest although not huge does the job.

Raising an eyebrow, his oh so blue eyes stare straight through me.

"I . . . I know you don't care, before you say anything ." I raise my voice some getting my point across.

Don't cut me off.

"Butttt, I'm here if you need to talk." I get another eyebrow raise and a huff. "Look, I'm not good at the whole friendship "let's share feeling" bullshit, but you went through a lot Ezra. Especially for how young you are."

Hanging his head, he slowly shakes it.

"I get I'm only two years older than you, but you need someone in your life that's going to be there for you. It's only natural." I give him a pleasing look, searching his face for any sign of emotion.

Come on kid.

"That. That has to stop. Right now." Initially his voice gives me a jump. His eyes now string straight into mine. "YOU, are not my elder. YOU, have no control over me. YOU and your friends LEFT me. I don't NEED shit, I'm fine."

Stubborn little bitch.

"Sabine." He starts quietly. "I know everything your thinking." He glances up again, arms now crossed across his chest.

"I know." I murmur standing up. Walking across the room, I stare straight up into his face. "I know u didn't give a shit about your boyish wants or desires. I know I didn't, and still don't, give a shit about the Jedi and Sith, or whatever the hell you call them. I am just trying to be NICE for once!" I express loudly poking him in the shoulder. "I'm trying to make amends Ezra! Everyone is! We are SORRY. We can't change the past. We made a mistake leaving you alone."

I turn back to my bunk.

"I'm not helpless you know." He mumbles shifting his feet. "And it wasn't boyish want. I looked up to you. I respected you."

Crossing my arms, I let out a steady breath. Staring at the newly painted rose on my wall, I search for the right words. "Ezra . . . we all care for you. You just need to let us help."

"I-"

"NO!" I almost scream. Turning to face him I walk right up into his personal space. "We gave you a HOME Ezra. Hera and Kanan feed you, take care of you, teach you, and provide for you. You don't respect anyone in this ship."

Ignorant.

"Look I was going to apologize. For everything. But if that's how you feel then fine. I'll leave." Turning he pulls his shirt to him.

What. The. Fuck.

"Ezra." I start lowly. "Your being ridiculous. You don't have to le-"

"No Sabine. I think I do. You have NO CLUE what your talking about. Hera and Kanan are no good to me. They left me to die Sabine. Last I checked it was you and Zeb who rescued me, not them." Disappearing form the doorway, his voice Carrie's from down the hall. "I was trying to make things right between you and me Sabine. But never fucking mind!"

The sound of the bay doors triggers as i plop down on my bed.

Ugh

. . .

O God. Long time no see! I know another short chapter. :( football seasons over so maybe more in the recent future? Idk. How was as my teenage drama/blowup/love-hate fight. Great right? :)