Hello Rebels! Finally, finally I've updated! Yessss. So this is a complete continue of the previous chapter, I hope you like it! This was difficult to write, I kept getting distracted, and I had to do school stuff, and everything just piled up... But here is chapter three! It's a bit short, I know, but hopefully the next chapter will be longer :)
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Oh, and in this version, Ezra hasn't lost his lightsaber yet.
Kanan's POV
Then maybe I'm not a rebel.
His thoughts echo in my mind and the guilty expression on his face gives me a pang of sorrow. But I can't be so easy on him. Not this time. I put my hand on his shoulder clumsily, and with the force picture his exact position.
"Ezra, what you just tried to do is not acceptable." Ezra looks up at me and I see sad tears collect in his eyes. When he speaks his voice is thick and small. "I can't do this Kanan." He says, biting his lip. "Not anymore. Not after Ahsoka. Not after Maul. Not after you. Not after what I did. I don't have anything to look forward to. My life, my hopes... Nothing. No one would be upset to see me go. And least of all me. I may as well die." He gulps and chokes back a sob, turning away from me.
If Ezra has lost the will to live, then nothing that I do will persuade him to change his mind. I haven't realized how much he is changing, right in front of my eyes. And Ezra has made his decision.
He isn't a Jedi.
Ezra's POV
The first thing I do is get my lightsaber. Get my lightsaber and press my hands against it, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The metal cracks slightly under the pressure, and I throw it against the door, fuming with anger. I grab Kanan's walking stick and hit it against it, denting it, cracking it, and then, with a hiss, it breaks. I walk towards it, still fuming and then see the delicate blue cyber crystal. Somewhere within me, I have a strange feeling of déjà vu and frown, picking it up. In the back of my mind, I am certain that this has happened before, my broken lightsaber on the floor. I open my hand and see the blue crystal in my hand glitter, before slowly, glimmering, it changes colour. First it turns a light purple, to yellow to orange, to red. Red.
Getting up slowly, I turn to exit the room, but catch sight of me in the mirror and a terrified gasp escapes my throat.
Somehow, somehow, my features have changed. My usually tanned face is ghostly white, with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones.
And my eyes. My usual, deep "electric" blue eyes have completely transformed into an ugly colour. I feel bile in my throat but swallow it in disgust. Yellow. I am not a Jedi.
I'm a sith.
P.s- forgot to mention! Disclaimer- Only my ideas belong to me!