Maintaining proper physic is imperative. Rehearsing proper form is vital. Growing immensely in strength through the force is crucial to success.
Never stop improving. Maybe the sith were onto something.
At least thats what he called himself, and his teaching.
That mask was really something though. And the breathing.
I'll need to start a routine. And a diet. A trip to the market couldn't hurt.
Opening my eyes, I gaze out on the horizon from my perch on a large rock.
I can feel them watching me.
Their guilt . . . it weighs immensely on their shoulders.
But I'm stronger now, more powerful. I can feel it.
I even stronger than Kanan now. I can beat this Empire. Take from them what they have taken from me.
It starts with training. Vader wasn't fond of the Empire, he just wasn't strong enough to do anything about it.
I will be.
. . .
There she is. Blind in her ways of confusion.
She'll try to talk to me. Be friends even.
No distractions.
Blow her off.
"Hey"
I sigh internally. "Yes?"
"Are . . . you alright? I mean you've been borderline unapproachable the past few weeks." Sabine takes a couple steps forward, probably to get a better look at my face.
You can't read my emotions Wren.
"This isn't like yo-"
"Don't bother." I cut her off.
Turning to her, I keep my glare low. "You . . ."
Shit.
The words that were formulating quickly dissipate.
Turning back to the horizon I let out a quiet puff. "You don't know me Sabine."
"Ezra I-"
"You don't want to know me. You never have." I emphasize with my hands. "Don't start trying now."
I see through you now.
"You know . . . you don't have to go about this alone." I can hear a resemblance of pain in her voice.
She has no right. I don't need her pity.
"I don't need you Sabine!" I whip around to face her.
She takes a step back stumbling slightly, left hand quickly covering her mouth.
The scar. Damn it.
Turning back around, I quench my eyes shut.
It's awful I know. Twisted and ugly.
Damn Sith dagger.
"Ezra just . . . let me know if you need anything. Please?" That sounded more like a question than a request.
Good, she understands that we won't be having any talks in the future.
I let the silence run on and gaze at the sunset. After what feels like minutes, I hear soft footsteps prod away.
We start tomorrow.
I know, I know these chaps are short, but I hope that sets the stage for Ezra's mentality going forward. He's treading a dark path for now. SABEZRA in the future I PROMISE.
Thanks for reading :)