Sabine's POV

I had a bad feeling. I don't know why. Really I don't know. I had been inspecting all the weapons on the base. Sure, it needed to be done but not at that moment and it was the only thing that could seem to keep me distracted from that feeling. So, I was in the weapons shed, which opens right to the space where I noticed Hera walking across out of the corner of my eye, when I heard a sound like a ship coming towards us. I wanted to believe that was Ezra and the others coming back from their mission but for all I knew it could have been that the Empire had found us and those were TIEs coming to destroy us. As I didn't truly know what I was going to find I slowly stepped out of the shed and looked towards the noise. I only began to see the outline of what was starting to look like the Phantom, after all I was looking towards the sun, when I heard Hera say, "They're back!" in an unnaturally shrill voice. My heart leap at the sound of that. I continued to look at the ship just to make sure it was the Phantom and it was. They're back! I shrieked in my mind, but suddenly that bad feeling I had been trying to hold back got even stronger as the Phantom landed. That feeling was really weird and still mysterious at least until the ramp came down.

There standing on the ramp were Kanan and Ezra. Kanan was standing there stiffly, almost self consciously and the reason was obvious. There was a stank white bandage wrapped around his head covering his eyes. All I could think was . ! He can't be… hurt. I knew I was lying to myself. I knew, like everyone else, that Kanan was hurt. That he was… is blind.

Trying to distract myself from the two I already knew were… injured I looked over Ezra. He seemed completely fine, or at least as fine as you could be after your master has been blinded and the only other jedi you knew died. From the bad feeling, which became even more horrible when I looked at Ezra, I knew that the air of being uninjured was only skin deep. There was something obviously wrong. Of course we all already knew what it was and the same thing was bothering all of us.

We all stood in the exactly in the same places we had been in for some time, I don't know for how long because I had been trying to grasp the situation. Then, Kanan started to walk forward and Ezra followed with his hand on Kanan shoulder to guide him. After they had taken a couple of steps Hera surged forward and met with them. She then grabbed Kanan by either side of his head seemed to study it for a moment and then suddenly Kanan had wrapped his arms around her and they were in an comforting almost desperate hug. I can't believe that I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't think of the others at all. I mean I knew that Hera would be and is devastated. Then there's Ezra. I mean he saw all of this happen; he was with them and all I can think of is myself and my selfish thoughts. I was still staring at Hera and Kanan, but I wasn't really seeing them.

My mind flicked back to when I first joined the crew. I was the about same age as Ezra and I had just escaped that prison of an academy. A few weeks after I escaped the others found me and took me in. Ever since then Kanan has always been like a father to me, ever since that first day. He always helped me when I needed it. Now, I told myself, you got to be that to him.

I was snapped back to present when Kanan led by Hera on one side and Ezra on the other brushed past me. I then realized I was still staring at where Kanan and Hera had stood hugging. I heard a soft murmuring at my side and I turned to look. There was Zeb, who from what I could tell was trying to hold back some emotion, confronting, or trying to, Rex. How had I forgot Rex? I mean he had know Ahsoka since the clone wars, had served under her for years, and had been her friend. Although all of us would be and were upset, no devastated, at her death he was the worst off. I couldn't make out what Zeb was saying, but I could tell it wasn't working for I could see the tears welling in Rex's eyes. I started to say something, but before I could get anything out Rex had hurriedly stormed off towards his barracks. Though both of us knew that he probably wanted to be alone Zeb rushed after him.

I was about to follow Zeb and Rex when I saw a small figure almost run out of the medbay and I recognized Ezra. As he ran from the medbay towards our fence of sorts he dropped two things side by side and then as he stopped threw a third thing as far away from him but still inside the fence line. I started to walk over to him and as I did I stopped to pick up the two things he had dropped and I stopped walking in surprise. Laying there on the ground where Ezra had dropped them were the two pieces that looked like his lightsaber. His lightsaber was broken in two and just looking at it I could tell there was no way it could be fixed. Neither the less I picked the pieces up and silently walked over to Ezra. Just by looking at his back, which was slightly trembling, he was in emotional distress, so I slowly put my hand gently on his shoulder and softly said his name.

He turned swiftly and I could see the tears streaking down his face and in a voice that cracked but was obviously angry said, "What?" This took me aback. I had never heard him sound this angry.

I had totally forgotten what I was going to say in the first place if I even did know what I was going to say, so I asked the most idiotic thing, "Are you ok?"

That was obviously the wrong thing to say for he then exploded at me, "Do I look ok? Of course I'm not ok. Kanan's blind. Ahsoka's dead! And it's all my fault!"

I didn't see how this was his fault, so I said in a reassuring voice, "It's not your fault."

This was an even worse thing to say that my first question for he then scoffed and said, "You weren't there. You don't know what happened." True enough I didn't know. So, I asked him to tell me about it and to my surprise he told me about the entire mission. He almost broke down twice and at the end of the story he was so close to a breakdown that I could almost see the cracks in him. Sure, he did some incredibly stupid things, but it wasn't his fault at all, it was this Maul guys fault. I told Ezra just that and he seemed to straighten up just a little. I could tell he still blamed himself, but at the moment there was nothing else I could do. Ezra walked over to the thing he had thrown, which had to be the holocron from the mission and saying nothing headed back to the Ghost.

I walked slowly back to my room a few minutes later. When I walked into my room and took the pieces of Ezra's lightsaber out of my pocket and set them on the little table in my room. Then I looked around my room for a clear spot that I could paint on, but for some reason my eyes just kept turning towards the lightsaber pieces. I knew that there was no way to fix it, but for some reason my tired, grieving mind thought, Maybe if you fix it Ezra would be better. Somewhere in my mind I knew that it was stupid, but I sat down and started fiddling with the pieces. That was where I was for the rest of the night just sitting right there trying in vain to fix Ezra's ruined lightsaber.

I'm sorry if anyone cares that this was a pretty long chapter and if Sabine seemed a little OOC, I just don't seem to understand her character as much as the others. Also, Ezra might be a little OOC, but it's what I imagine a broken Ezra to be like at first. I hope you guys like this and thank you for all of support you guys have given me. So, Read, Review, and Enjoy.