A request! A request! A fluffy request! This one is from Starlight Moon Midnight and Sharon Mckellie! Enjoy!

Summary: The brutality that was the Seventh Sister's death still haunted Ezra. Requested by Starlight Moon Midnight and SharonMckellie.

"Strike her down!" Maul roared. "You want to end this? Finish her!"

Ezra raised his lightsaber, ready to deal the finishing blow, when he saw fear in the Seventh Sister's eyes. He sensed fear. This sadistic and awful woman that had hunted him like an animal for six months could be ended in a second. No more running, no more wondering when she would leave them alone...

Something inside Ezra stopped him. The fear he felt from the Inquisitor...he couldn't do it.

He was a Jedi, and he could not bring himself to strike down his unarmed opponent, enemy or not.

"I can't..." Ezra breathed. "I can't do it."

Maul screamed with fury before hurling his saber at the Seventh Sister. She screamed as the saber hurdled towards her. It connected with her, killing her instantly. Ezra was horrified as he witnessed the gruesome and ruthless execution, his eyes unable to-

Ezra shot up with a gasp, drenched in sweat and shaking from the nightmare/flashback. Was this normal? Ezra was by no means grieving, but at the same time, he didn't feel happy about the turnout of his duel with the Seventh Sister. "Ezra?" A sleepy voice asked from below him. "You okay?"

Great. Now he went and woke Kanan.

"I-I'm fine..." Ezra breathed. "Just had a nightmare. Nothing new."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

It went silent for a moment. Kanan was obviously still awake and knowing him, was currently planning on how to make Ezra talk.

It was going to happen eventually, so why not now?

"This is going to sound stupid," Ezra began. "But when we were on Malachor, the Seventh Sister attacked Maul and I."

"You told me she died when I asked the other day, but you never said how," Kanan breathed. "That was something you didn't want to talk about."

"We fought for a while until Maul started choking her with the Force. I had the chance to do it. After all she did to us, after all she put us through, I couldn't...I couldn't do it."

Kanan squeezed Ezra's shoulder. "And then what?"

"Maul threw his lightsaber at her. It hit her and...and it wasn't pretty. It wasn't pretty at all. But when it came down to it, I hesitated! What if that gets you killed? What of that gets someone else killed! I was too weak to kill the person who hunted us like animals for months! Why couldn't I do it? Why am I so kriffing weak?"

Kanan sighed. "Ezra, come here."

"Kanan, wh-"

"Just come down here."

Hesitantly, Ezra sat up and slid down the ladder and onto the floor. Kanan patted the space next to the bed and Ezra sat down. Almost instantly, Kanan wrapped his arms around Ezra. "You're not weak kid. In fact, you're the furthest thing from weak. The Jedi teach that killing someone who is unarmed, enemy or not, is wrong. As far as I'm concerned you did what you felt was right and that is not weakness. As for what happened next, I am so sorry you had to go through something like that."

Kanan truly felt terrible. He lost his eyes on Malachor, but it was nothing he couldn't adapt to with the Force. If there's one thing he learned over the years was that battles left scars, and not all scars could be seen. This was the first time Ezra wanted to talk about anything that happened when he was with Maul on Malachor. The fact that Ezra didn't completely shut down for good was a miracle.

"When you stepped in for that pilot who was getting beaten for no good reason, when you survived eight years on your own, heck, when you busted me out of the Soverign, that took guts. A weak person in your shoes probably would have died a long time ago."

"But-"

"No buts. Enough about that. Let's get some food in you. It'll help."

Ezra nodded and Kanan helped him to his feet, adjusted his mask, and sensed his way to the common room.

"Kanan?" Ezra mumbled nervously.

"Yes?" Kanan asked.

Without warning, Ezra flung his arms around Kanan's waist.

"Thanks. I really needed that."

Kanan smiled, a warm feeling, a fatherly feeling, rose within him. It was something that snuck up on him, but something he welcomed over time. Kanan was not about to go and try to replace Ezra's real father, but he would try to be there for him when he needed it.

It was what family did after all.

I'm a sucker for Father Son bonding. What can I say? (And the Captain Obvious award goes to...)

Sorry it's so short but I hope this is what you had in mind.