Days after their dealings with Saw Gerrera, the Onderonian resistance fighter, viewed as an extremist, Sabine mulled over everything she considered crucial to not only her involvement with the Rebellion, but Ezra's too. Lots was being questioned. Was this rebellion against the Empire really effective, or was it an exercise in futility? Were all of them just kidding themselves, risking their lives for a lost cause? She didn't think so, neither did Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Chopper, and Ezra of course. A difference of opinion lay in what worked best. In your face, brutal attacks, outright, or nobly striking back?

Sabotage, covert operations, sneaking around, hoping to catch the Empire off guard, which rarely happened, and their side paid for any misstep, didn't appear to have what it took if they had any hope of winning this harrowing war. Saw G's view of handling matters differed greatly from Mon Mothma's. Now it seemed as though Saw's modus operandi had rubbed off on Ezra, he planning to go off and join Saw.

Sabine laid her spray paint dispenser aside and as she surveyed her latest handiwork, her distracted take on things forced her to get up and do what she had put off for far too long. Ezra hadn't included her in his plans. Why would he? Their marriage had hit the rocks; he'd regressed, gone back to thinking solely in terms of what was good for him to do, not taking her and her feelings into consideration. That was worse than telling her he no longer loved her, which wasn't true, she knew.

He'd just resigned himself to face what they'd both allowed happen. Non-communication and overthinking what they thought the other thought. The arsenic of any marriage. Ezra had gone back to bunking with Zeb. As she walked the walk of pain and incrimination, she hoped she could convince her disillusioned mate that they must stay together. If that meant her having to say goodbye to Hera and Kanan, Zeb and Chop, to remain with her husband...it was the right thing to do. No matter what happened, she was determined to be as sympathetic as possible.

Her father's words clouded her mind as she took those final steps to Ezra's quarters. Her heart fluttered within her chest as she drew in several stabilizing breaths. Before she could collect her thoughts sufficiently, his cabin door flew open and she stood face to face, toe to toe with the good-looking kid she wasn't about to give up without a fight. Not a literal one, and as far as a verbal one...well, she hoped they could discuss the current state of their relationship rationally.

"Sa-Sabine..." Ezra stuttered, looking vaguely surprised, but that initial frisson of amazement changed to acceptance, which suffused his face. "I...I was hoping we'd talk before I...before I left to team up with Saw." He quickly read and rightly deciphered the look his wife gave him. "Uh, come in. Come in. Zeb's not here. He went to fix something Chopper needed some help with."

As Sabine strolled into her hubby's reclaimed retreat, she said, "Oh," with an air of mystery. Then the old mask of speaking what she had a mind to say fell, and she rallied with, "Ezra, my dad's right about you, being with me. We're good for each other. And, I took that vow, meaning it. Where you go, I go. So," she tacked on crisply, "Ez, I'm with you."

A look of breathless wonder swept over Ezra's face, his mouth agape. "Seriously?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" She glided up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close for a bearish hug. "I'm with you," she reemphasized, sealing that promise with a searing kiss Ezra melted under. Weak in the knees with his heart wobbly, he croaked a muffled reply of profound astonishment, mesmerized by his wife's rekindled ardor.

When he was able to form words intelligibly, he cupped her beautiful face with shaky hands and throatily murmured, "I thought we were totally done. Over, and out."

"Not a chance," Sabine reassured, nipping his lips, basking in the glow of his aura. "Side-by-side, we're in this thing for life. Yours and mine, our lives entwined, the way we vowed it must be."

Now, lying together in his bunk, Ezra mumbled against her neck, "I never stopped loving you, Sab. I just got...weird. I know."

"Weirdness isn't exclusively yours to be. Considering what we're up against, I'd say getting weird goes with the territory. What I'm trying to say, Mister Lothal, is that I just thought I wasn't what you needed. I slowed you down because I don't get all the Jedi stuff. Ez, I don't know if I ever will, but as sure as detonators, I know I'd be crazy to lose you. I love you too much." Snug and secure in his arms, she sighed contentedly. "Where do we make contact with Saw?"

Before answering, Ezra chuckled, prompting Sabine to question what was funny. "Me, thinking what a real Wampa snow creature I can be sometimes, making decisions that give new definitions to stupid. He's not for us."

Softly, Sabine, calm and collected, concurred, "I never thought so, but it's good to hear you think so too."

"The only thing I see, Sab, is you and me, sticking to each other like moons do to their planets, never veering away from each other. Their orbits in synch, incontrovertible."

"Nice." She planted her lips firmly on his, murmuring against them, "Like this is."

Tapping them with the tip of his tongue, Ezra laughed, saying, "So...what else did your dad say about me?"

"I'll tell you...later."

"Later?"

As she began undoing his clothing, Sabine growled..."Yeah, later. Much later."

Snickering, and starting in on his wife's attire, Ezra growled back, "Oh, yeah...later."