A/N: I'd just like to start by thanking everyone that liked, followed, bookmarked, and reviewed the last chapter! I really didn't expect such positive feedback and it was very encouraging! I'd especially like to thank fluffykitty12 on AO3, it's a dream of mine to work with Lucasfilm and write for the SWEU, so your comment really made my day. Also, I encourage you all to check out the fic: "A Different Beginning" by PhoenixRebel7 on . I'm the Beta on that story and Phoenix is crazy talented. They have some awesome ideas, so you should really check it out. One last thing, if any of you would like to check out my art, including pieces I will put up corresponding to this and other fics I like, you can follow me mrntanksart on Tumblr. Anyways, thank you all so much and enjoy this chapter!

Ezra sat at the common room table with his head down. He didn't need to use the Force to know that all eyes were on him in that moment. Nobody had said a word to him since the events of the evening had transpired. Whether it was out of shock or anger, he wasn't sure, but the lack of noise was certainly getting to him.

Just as he felt he was about to go crazy, the silence was broken by the sound of the common room door opening. Their pilot entered, returning from tending to their unannounced guest. It had been no easy task to get the youngling to sleep, and the effort had obviously taken a toll on her. Hera Syndulla now rubbed her temples in an attempt to ease the throbbing brought forth by the infant's wails as she crossed the common room floor and took up a position against the wall with the others, her arms folded against her chest.

"So…." she began with a sigh, "Care to tell us what happened out there?"

Ezra's head was spinning. Emotions and instinct were still clashing. His past and present seemed to be converging in a single moment, leaving him feeling helpless and confused. He himself could barely process what had just happened and how he was feeling, so how could he possibly hope to explain in to someone else? Time froze and he found himself just staring at his hands in disbelief, unable to answer such a simple question.

"Ezra?" Hera's voice was laced with worry after witnessing the vacant expression displayed upon the face of the boy before her. "It's okay, Ezra, just explain to us what happened. Where did you find the baby?"

Ezra cautiously glanced at Kanan. He knew that his Master could sense his discomfort right now. Even after learning how to better control his emotions, there were few things he could hide from the man he shared a Force bond with. Sure enough, it wasn't a moment later that the older Jedi spoke up.

"Zeb, Hera, Chop, can you give us a minute?" Kanan asked. Ezra swallowed hard.

The two humanoids nodded despite their obvious suspicion and filed out of the room, Chopper warbling drowsily behind them.

Kanan slowly crossed the room and joined his student on the small bench, facing his general direction the best he could without his sense of sight. Ezra tensed, mentally preparing for the prying he would face at the hands of the older man.

"I can sense something's troubling you, care to tell me about it?" The Jedi spoke with his typical, smooth tone, but Ezra could still sense the awkward tension that lay behind it. Even after sharing a bond with each other for so long, the two still seemed to have trouble communicating in situations like this.

Ezra sighed. "So that's what you're gonna lead with today, huh?" A sass machine till the end. But Kanan was clearly not in the mood for his games.

"Listen, Ezra, you can't hide your emotions from me. I don't know what happened out there, but I do know that it's really getting to you. I also know that you're not gonna be able to move past this until you talk about it, so you might as well get it over with now and save us some trouble down the road."

But Ezra remained silent. He didn't know what to say. He knew the crew wouldn't be angry with him for helping someone. That's what they did every day, even if bringing the child back to the Ghost may have been a step too far. But it wasn't fear of his crewmates' anger that was getting to him, nor it was it the reason he hesitated to explain. All of it came back to him. His reaction to the situation. His actions when confronted with something that was close to nothing compared to what he had seen in the past. His conflicting emotions. His confusion. His-

"Ezra…?" Kanan's voice snapped the young man back to reality. For a moment he had forgotten he was even there. "Seriously, what's going on?" Kanan's tone had changed. He no longer displayed his typical air of indifference underlined with mild irritation. His voice now teetered on the brink of panic and rage; concerned, yet frustrated with his Padawan.

Ezra had no choice but to explain now. He did the best he could. He detailed the events of his afternoon, leading up to his unfortunate happening upon the child. He tried to explain his pain, his conflict, his confusion over everything, but he couldn't find the words. He couldn't explain what he didn't understand.

Kanan listened solemnly, offering only terse nods in response as the boy wove his tale. Ezra wished more than anything in that moment for his Master to provide wisdom, scolding, anything honestly. But the man remained silent, listening intently to his Padawan's words.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Ezra gave up waiting and took up the conversational initiative himself.

Kanan shook his head softly. "I don't know what to say…"

"I don't know, give me some of your Jedi wisdom! Tell me I need to control my emotions, yell at me, something!"

Kanan chuckled, but quickly returned to his typical demeanor. "You already know all of those things. Telling you them again won't change anything".

As much as he hated to admit it, Kanan was right. "So, are you mad at me?"

Kanan put his hand on his Padawan's shoulder' his blank gaze meeting the electric blue of his student's. "I'm not mad at you Ezra; especially not for your actions. You were just helping a person who couldn't help himself. We're Spectors, that's what we do. But that's also why I am confused. You are so upset about something we do almost daily. Why? What makes this situation different? I can't help but feel there's something you're not telling me".

"I told you everything, Kanan. I don't know why I feel this way, it's…. Really confusing..." Ezra sighed, "I was kind of hoping you would explain it to me".

The older Jedi smiled at his Padawan's comment. "I would if I could, kid. But unfortunately this is something you're gonna have to figure out for yourself".

Ezra managed a smirk in return. "I was afraid you'd say something like that".

His Master smiled back as he stood and made his way to the door, turning to face his student before exiting. "Tomorrow we'll figure out if the kid has a family we can return him to. In the meantime, get some rest. Force knows you could use it."

The blind Jedi could not see his Padawan's face as he shared this last bit of information with him, but if he could, he would have seen the color drain from it at the mention of the infant's possible family. In that moment, Ezra realized that he hadn't even considered the possibility of the child he found on the streets that day having a family. A home to return to. He looked at the infant and saw…

Himself.

Lost.

Worthless.

Pathetic.

Street rat.

Nothing.

Better off dead.

Alone.

A/N: Wow, this chapter was really difficult to write! I had a lot of different ideas and I ended up re-writing it about three times. I hope the end product is satisfying, though. There were a lot of scenes I originally had written in Kanan's POV, but I ended up deciding to keep the story from primarily Ezra's POV because this whole thing is his journey, after all. Anyways, comments, criticism, and suggestion are always appreciated. There should only be one more chapter to this fic before I close it up, so I hope you have all been enjoying it. Until next time, may the Force be with you!