So I have to apologize to you guys for two things. First, this chapter will be short. Second, for those of you that thought this was going to be a different person Point of View, it's still Sabine's. You see I reread the chapter and also all of the reviews and realized that I didn't do Sabine justice at the end of the chapter. So, I decided to write this as a continuation of the last chapter. Finally, thanks to nonagon whose idea I'm going to be using for this chapter and the next chapter. Thank you to all of your guys for all you do to support me and this story. So, Read, Review, and Enjoy.
Sabine's POV
I had actually almost started to make progress on Ezra's lightsaber when I noticed something. I fit the ends of the pieces together into the original shape of the lightsaber. My theory was correct. The way that his lightsaber was destroyed meant that there was no way that Ezra hadn't been hurt. I know how he holds his hands when fighting with it. There was no way that Vader's saber hadn't hurt Ezra's hand. Even if it was only a nick there was still no way that he was completly unscaved. Thinking back to earlier when he was telling me about the mission and why it was, in his mind, all his fault, I realized that the entire time he was talking it seemed like he was almost cradling his right hand in his left and his right hand was gingerly half closed almost like it hurt him.
This infuriated me. If he was injured why did he run from the medbay, and did he really think that we wouldn't find or figure it out. Then it hit me. We hadn't figured it out. Not when it really mattered anyway. Another thought hit me even harder. What if he thought that he didn't deserve to be taken care of because of what happened? "This boy is going to get a piece of my mind," I murmured as I opened my door and started to walk into the hallway to go find Ezra and do something. I felt like yelling at him but that probably wasn't the best course of action, so I was just going to make sure he was ok and check on his hand.
I stopped when I got into the hallway. I had been so focused on the predicament with Ezra that I hadn't noticed that it was so quiet and everywhere besides my room was dark. It was probably the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep. There was no point in bugging Ezra right now it would only annoy him more if I woke him up. So, stepped backwards into my room, I had only been a couple steps out my door, and watched as the door closed in front of me. Then I stared at my door.
On the back of the door was a painting that I had totally forgotten about, I had made it a few weeks ago and it was of our little 'family'. There in the center were Kanan and Hera, I was standing at Hera's side, Ezra was standing at Kanan's side, Zeb was standing behind all of us and was between Kanan and Hera's heads, and in front of Kanan and Hera was chopper. I stared into Kanan's painted eyes and another realization smashed into me like a ton of bricks. Kanan would never see my paintings again.
When I first painted the painting I was looking at I loved it but was nervous of anyone else seeing it and making fun of it. That was except for Kanan because he always loved my paintings, even when they weren't that good, and always praised them. He was my number one fan, but now he couldn't see my work any more.
There has to be a way that he can sort of feel them. I can fix this. I thought and then I realized that I had said I can fix this just like Ezra's lightsaber as if by doing these things Everything would go back to normal. But, I knew that wasn't how this worked I couldn't just bring Ahsoka back or fix Kanan's sight or even make Ezra not blame himself. I can't do anything. At this point the picture seemed to start to blur around the edges as I felt tears start to slide down my face. I usually stop myself if I ever start to cry, but this time I didn't I just let them fall as I slid down to the floor crying. Crying for my friends. Crying for myself. Crying for a somewhat normal life, which I would never have again.