"You heard what Kenobi said," Chopper reminded Ezra, who wasn't moving forward.
As he had kept telling the droid throughout this entire misadventure. No, not now. Ezra was too caught up in what promised to be a heavy battle. He and Chopper were perhaps about forty feet from the two people who were opposing each other. Preparing to square off in a fight to the finish.
"Come on! Let's go!" the droid insisted, making quite a racket.
"Pipe down, Chop!" Ezra fired back. "I've got to see this."
"That's your problem," Chopper complained. "You don't listen, and when you do, it's only to yourself."
"Don't tell me you don't want to see this," Ezra goaded. His eyes were trained on the fabled Jedi master. He wondered who'd make the first move. Kenobi, or Maul. Ezra wasn't aware of his not having taken a breath for several minutes. When his lungs writhed within him, crying out for air, he gasped.
"We didn't wander in the desert just to miss out on this," he upheld.
Chopper threw both of his wands up, sorely disgruntled with the hardheaded human.
"Okay, suit yourself. Don't say anything if the wizened Jedi Master loses and Maul descends upon you and carries you off like he's wanted to ever since he's known you existed."
"Stop being so negative, Chop-" Ezra paused, listening for what he thought he'd heard whispering upon the breeze. "Huh? Wha-?" Incredulous, he shook his head and her name tumbled from his mouth.
"Sa-Sabine?" Beside himself with amazement, he stared at the two figures now battling each other. "Sabine! You'll never guess where I am, and what's happening here!"
"I don't have to guess," the disembodied voice challenged. "You're on Tatooine. Where you shouldn't be...watching Master Obi-Wan Kenobi about to defeat Maul."
Ezra squeaked as he saw her prediction fulfilled right before his eyes. Astounded, he gasped, "H-how did you know?"
"Oh, Ez, don't you know by now? I saw it through the Force, which links you to me, and ourselves to all surviving Jedi." Her voice was growing fainter as she advised, "Now, go home...to Hera, Kanan, who won't forgive himself if you don't make it back safe and sound, Zeb and Rex. I won't forgive you either. I'm doing what I have to do here on Mandalore so we can be together!"
"Sabine, Master Kenobi is coming towards me."
"Probably to remind you, again, that your family's waiting for you," Sabine's voice told him; its inflection firm, unimpeachable.
"You're probably right," Ezra said.
"Of course I am. Now, get home. I'll see you soon. I promise." Her voice was fading.
"I'm on my way. Can't wait to see you, Sab. Love you," Ezra professed, adrenaline coursing through his body like violent waters of a raging river.
"I thought I'd told you to be on your way, young Padawan."
Hemming and hawing, Ezra replied, "Y-yes, Master. I just...I just wanted to see you defeat Maul for myself."
"And did you see what you wished to see, young one?" Kenobi gently put to the impassioned, highly-impressionable youth.
"Maul's gone. You defeated him, Master. You are...are...unstoppable!" Ezra gushed, truly awed and star-struck.
The deathblow that Kenobi had delivered to Maul still fresh in the young man's mind.
"Your eyes can deceive you," Obi-Wan admonished. "As I'm sure Kanan Jarrus has repeated to you many times." Though there were twinkles in Kenobi's sage eyes, there gleams were muted. Eyes that has seen so much, for so long a time, bespoke of wisdom that could never be learned from any holocron.
"Yes, Master. He has..." Then, Ezra was forced to admit, "I have a problem with listening as hard as I should."
"Ah...many have that affliction." Words from another master, diminutive, long-eared and green flooded Obi-Wan's mind. "Mind what you learn. Save you it can."
When Ezra was about to reply, a windstorm precipitously blew up, obscuring the Jedi's form. When the wind died down, Kenobi was gone.
"Where did he go?" Chopper demanded.
"Beats me. C'mon. We'd better find our way to..." Like Ezra really knew where they were supposed to head. It was frustrating. This twin moon world was as bleak and barren as worlds came.
Another voice...this time, Kenobi's fluttered upon the wind: "Take Maul's shuttle. It's Mandalorian. You can fly it? Can't you?"
Mesmerized, Ezra answered, sounding like he was on auto-pilot. "Yes, Master. I can. I know how. I had the greatest teacher."
Obi-Wan to whom he referred, but kept that bit of knowledge to himself. "Very well. Now, go!"
Obeying, Ezra found Maul's former ship, underneath a ridge that jutted out into the Jundland Wastes. If Ezra never saw Tatooine again, he wouldn't gripe about it. He climbed into the Mandalorian vehicle along with Chopper. Together, still astounded by the signs and wonders they'd seen, they set off for Atollon.
Watching the ship rise higher and higher, Obi-Wan followed it with his eyes until it was lost to the stars high above. He set off on his Dewback, journeying to a place, a certain moisture farm he'd visited dozens of times before, making sure his charge was safe.
Hearing Aunt Beru's voice call Luke's name, Kenobi smiled.