"So the holocron is safe?" Ezra asked, wishing he still had the thing that had opened a way for him to become more powerful with the Force. He wasn't a Sith; he knew that. He'd done no harm using the holocron. If anything, it had helped him be better. And wasn't that what Kanan wanted for him anyway?
Safe, Kanan thought with a wry smile slung on his face. A Sith holocron and the word safe don't match. Ezra's mentor, and loyal friend studied his apprentice for a moment or so before repeating himself.
"Yes, like I said; it is. Let that be the end of it." Kanan patted Ezra's shoulder. Wordlessly, he suggested he let the matter drop.
Having the holocron in his possession, the mysterious Force-wielder, who had shown Kanan he wasn't all washed up, would keep the device away from those who sought to do evil. Ezra was bubbling with questions, but Kanan knew that the young man was best served being far away from the dangerous holographic, pyramid-shaped artifact. He had no business looking into Sith knowledge. No business whatsoever. The secrets of the Sith and the Dark side had already had a negative effect on his pupil, Kanan sensed. He felt somewhat responsible. He'd stayed away too long, which had seduced Ezra down a questionable path.
In his mind's eye, Kanan pictured the glowing, palm-sized, crimson-glowing crystalline polyhedron. The youth's cockiness and certainty that he knew best how to become a better Jedi didn't gel with going to a Sith source for such enlightenment. Ezra was meant for the Light side, never the dark.
"Did you see me clinging to that destabilized junker platform as it was about to crash down?" Ezra asked, wondering whether Kanan had regained his sight but wasn't willing to let on that he could see just as well, or better, before the accident.
Forthcoming, the straightforward answer broke from the knight's mouth. "I did."
Elation bled from Ezra as he rushed to Kanan, kicking up a lot of dust from the sandy ground's surface. The hug Ezra gave his master was tremendous, and the excited teen shouted, "That's great, Kanan!" He stared into the bearded man's pale eyes, their pupils were still filmy. Yet, Kanan had just told him he had seen him, so Ezra believed. Kanan could see!
"My eyes are still damaged, Ezra. They'll never be physically healed."
"Oh…" Dismayed, he still clung to Kanan, more puzzled, thoroughly not understanding why he had just told him he could see. What was going on here? Could Kanan see, or couldn't he? "Then, how—"
"Seeing isn't only with the physical eye, Ezra. I saw an image of you in my mind, struggling to keep your hold on that plummeting niche. I envisioned how I would grasp your hand, pulling you to safety before I actually got you. I see things all too clearly now. Better than when I could literally see. You're a part of me, Ezra. I'll never let go. You do know that, don't you?"
Deeply affected by Kanan's pledge, Ezra nodded, filled with emotions. When he'd been too quiet for too long, Kanan touched his upper arm to gently question, "Want to talk about it?"
"I will, but not now, Kanan. Not until I give it another chance. She's always been a good listener before. I hope she still is, and gives me another chance. I can't lose her, Kanan. Nothing will be good if she says we're through." He was too young to be divorced, or so he kept telling himself.
"You do that. She's a very sensible woman, as if I'm telling you anything you don't already know. Have a good long discussion with her before our next mission. Nothing's promised in this life we've chosen." Hearing what he was telling Ezra made him stop and think. Hera needed to hear something from him as well.
"I will, Kanan, and thanks. It's so good having you back."
"It's good to be back. Sometimes even a veteran needs to step back, soul-search, sort things out, and jump back in with both feet. With priorities straight, and a keen eye refocused."
"That's what you have me for," Ezra razzed.
"You…and a crew of the most selfless, self-sacrificing sentients in the galaxy," Kanan said, meaning it with all his heart as he crooked his arm around Ezra's neck and hauled him off to find Chopper. "That loveable droid included."