Karabast. Are we too late?

"What have they done to you . . . "

Zeb's voice is solemn, jaw gaping slightly.

I give a long look at the boy, strapped to a metal bench tilted towards the open doorway we stand in.

He's seriously messed up.

Large scabbing scars cover his bare upper body, running from beneath the waist band of the raggy black pants he's wearing, all the way up his neck nearing his mouth.

Gotta be a saber wound if some kind. Maybe from the inquisitor?

Quickly Zeb rushes to Ezra's side, ripping the mechanical arms and medical IV's off, freeing his limp body.

"He's gotta pulse, but we have to hurry."

My eyes bounce between Zeb and Ezra's pale face.

He can't have too long until he's toast. Must be why this compound is nearly completely evacuated.

"Ok, let's get him home."

...

(Weeks later)

Hera POV:

"How is he?" my voice is a whisper as the door to the cockpit slides closed behind me.

Kanan, seated in the copilot seat, stares off through the field at a small silhouette perched upon a large rock.

"No different than yesterday."

I quietly exhale through my nose. "What do the you think he's dealing with?"

"If I could guess, he's probably hearing voices, tempting him towards the dark side." Kanan visibly sighs "but he still hasn't opened up. So I can't be sure."

Sitting in the pilots seat, I pull my knees to my chest and stare off in the direction of Ezra.

He's changed so much so fast.

"Is that what it was like for you? On Gorse?"

He responds with a slow nod.

The topic was obviously still too sensitive.

"Well, how do you like his new look?" I glance in Kanan's direction.

He lets out a small chuckle "It's different, I'll give him that. Not what I had in mind for a padawan though."

Ezra shaved his head last week, and has found a completely new wardrobe comprised of the darker variety of clothing.

"Time will tell." I mumble more to myself than Kanan.

"Hopefully."

...

(Sabine POV)

Hmmmm. No, wrong color.

Swiftly I turn a 360 and grab the violet paint canister lying behind me, and plug it into my spray gun.

Much better.

I sit back and gaze at the newest addition to my paint scattered walls. A large flower now covers a large portion of it.

Not my normal forte, but I like the contrast.

The innocence of the large blue and purple flower is a vast change from my typical style.

It's peaceful.

I slowly move to sit on my small stool next to my desk.

Maybe now would be a good time to check on Ezra.

The kid had changed. A lot. Gone was the care free attitude, gone were his humorous jokes, and gone was the boy I was just getting to know.

He's dealing with a lot. The inquisitors must have beaten him up real good. It seems he's questioning everything now.

About the Jedi, their little rebellion, and more noticeably, about their crew.

He doesn't seem to trust us. At all.

...

Sorry for the long wait :( I've just been soooo busy. I'm hoping to write more as our summer comes to an end :)