It's been, what? Almost two weeks since my last update? Whoops.

Sorry that this took so long y'all. Been extremely hetic and stressful this week, so I haven't had much time to write. Not to mention that this was a very hard chapter to write. I honestly had no clue where I was suppose to go with this. I just kinda went with it.

Anyhow, here it is! I don't really like the way it turned out, but I'll let you be the judge.

From the moment that he first woke up, Kanan worried. As he remained lying in bed, he noticed the space beside him was empty. Hera must already be up, working on breakfast.

What were they supposed to do about Ezra and Sabine? He and his wife had talked about the situation last night. Hera believed that they should back off, give the girl space to figure out how to break the news. But it was hard for him. His first instinct was to wrap them up tightly, protect them from the hurt and pain that was bound to follow.

Sighing, he sat up and changed quickly, leaving the room and heading downstairs.

He found Hera in the kitchen, stirring the batter of biscuits in a bowl. She looked up at him when he entered.

"Morning love." She murmured, lifting her head enough to peck him on the lips. As she pulled back she noticed his face and frowned. She seemed to instantly know what he was thinking about.

"I know." She rested her head on his shoulder. He breathed in the faint scent of her shampoo, the brown strands ticking his nose.

"I hardly slept last night thinking about them. I wish we could do something for them."

"I know." Was his only answer, holding her close.

It was at that moment the Zeb walked in. Yawning broadly, he looked at the couple. After the initial greeting, he glanced around.

"Hey, have you seen the kid? He wasn't in bed when I got up this morning."

"Both adults straightened at the news. Kanan frowned.

"No, I haven't. Sure he hadn't gotten up to go to the bathroom or something?"

"Bathroom was empty when I went pass. I thought he must've been with you." Now Zeb looked worried.

Kanan headed for the door. Hera hurried after him, with Zeb on their heels.

They split up in the hallway, silently agreeing to search for the boy.

Kanan's thoughts whirred in his mind as he went to check the living room. What if Ezra had taken off again? And if so, why? He had thought that they had already fixed all the issues. Unless….no, Sabine couldn't have already told him, could she?

He glanced into the living room. Eyes darted around the space before coming to rest on the couch. His face lit up in surprise. Then his lips twitched upward in a smile. He retreated quietly and went to find the others.

Finally he found Zeb and Hera, leading them back to the door of the living room. Placing a finger on his lips as a signal to be silent, he motioned them to look inside.

Like Kanan, Hera cracked a grin at the sight before them. Even Zeb, despite his attempts to prevent it, couldn't help the broad grin that spread across his face.

Sabine was asleep in the couch. Her head was laying on the arm and her feet tucked under her. Curled up under her arm was Ezra, head resting on her collarbone and his small arms draped around her as if she was his anchor.

Hera padded forward. She leaned over, gently shaking the girl's shoulder. Brown eyes blinked open sleepily at her. At first she looked confused, but then she glanced down at the boy curled up against her and her expression cleared.

She patted his shoulder. Ezra shifted at the touch, snuggling in closer. Her lips twitched upward. She held him closer.

"I told him the truth." She whispered as she looked back up at Hera.

Kanan, moving to stand alongside his wife, kept his face neutral.

"And?" He hissed quietly. But he already knew the outcome, could tell by the peaceful child sleeping in his daughter's arms.

Sabine smiled, albeit sadly. She shifted to a more comfortable position, careful not to disturb the younger of the two.

"It wasn't easy, but…it went better than I thought it would." Her eyes filled up. "And he didn't let me go."

….

Sabine hated it. Telling. Every. Single. Word.

Her hands couldn't stop shaking during the entire telling. Her eyes had been averted down at the table surface between them, so she couldn't see his reaction as she admitted the truth. She did however, hear his gasp as she revealed that she was the child that his parents had tried to rescue.

As soon as she finished she buried her face in her hands, trying to force back the lump in her throat. She didn't even deserve to cry, not after what she had done.

"I'm sorry Ezra. I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I…" She took a deep gasping breath .

"I'll go. I know its too much to ask for forgiveness." She rose quickly and headed for the exit. A small voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't go, please."

Before she could make another move she felt his tiny arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. He buried his face into the back of her shirt. She could feel his trembling.

"I can't lose you too." He whispered.

"Please 'Bine. I…" His voice cracked. He simply gripped her tighter.

Confused, Sabine pried his arms from around her. She turned around. The boy stared at the ground, arms wrapped around his frame. He sniffled.

"Why?" She whispered. She couldn't understand what was going on. He should be yelling at her, pushing her. Not hugging her, begging her not to leave him.

Ezra's shoulders shook as he kept his gaze lowered. She couldn't see his face for the dark veil of hair covering it, but she could see that water dripping off it as it fell onto the tile.

"Wasn't you." He mumbled. "You didn't have the gun."

"But…Ezra…" She was stunned at his declaration, the last thing she expected to hear. Didn't he understand that she was still at fault here? That they died to protect her?

She was cut off once again by another embrace.

"Stop blaming yourself." His voice was muffled as her buried his face into her shoulder.

"You were just a kid. It wasn't your fault that they were…they were…"

His voice broke off and she felt her nightshirt rapidly grow damp. Surprised, she draped her arms around the small teen as he let his emotions out in a torrent of tears.

She was heartsick, yet touched by his words. Never had she thought that he, out of all the people she knew, HE would be the one to defend her innocence in theirs deaths. If anything, she expected him to be the one to condemn her.

Yet now here they were, the smaller of the two burying himself into her arms, seeking comfort from the reason his world was destroyed. He knew what she had done, knew the truth. And still he wanted her. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around that.

Yet that was him. She couldn't understand it, couldn't comprehend it.

But she was grateful for it.

So what do you guys think? Don't hesitate to let me know!