Date: 1 BBY
Kanan had sacrificed his life to save his crew. For the past couple of days, Ezra, Ahsoka, and the Seventh Sister had spent their time meditating, trying to regain their balance after the tragic loss. It wasn't wise to act on impulse, and they all knew that.
In the quiet, soundproof room aboard their ship, Seventh Sister and Ezra sat cross-legged, meditating together. The stillness surrounded them, but it couldn't quite calm the storm inside.
"I don't know what to do…" Ezra's voice broke the silence, heavy with uncertainty.
Seventh Sister bit her lip, anxiety gnawing at her. She had been dreading this moment. There was something she had been holding back, something she knew she should have told him sooner. But fear—fear of his reaction, fear of making things worse—had kept her silent. Until now.
"When I spoke with Jarrus a while ago…" she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "He… he knew he would have to sacrifice himself."
Ezra's head snapped toward her. "Wait... what?"
Seventh Sister dropped her gaze, her heart pounding. She hated this feeling, the crushing guilt. "He told me. He knew, Bridger. For a while."
Ezra's frustration flared up, a mix of shock and anger. "You knew? And you didn't tell me?" His voice trembled with emotion, and he pulled back slightly, disbelief in his eyes. "I thought we were honest with each other, Spectre Seven! I thought we trusted each other! You should have told me! Maybe… maybe I could have done something. We could've done something!"
Seventh Sister closed her eyes, trying to stay composed. She understood his reaction, understood the anger. Ezra had every right to be upset, but the old part of her—the Inquisitor—wanted to snap back, to fight anger with anger. But she wasn't that person anymore. She had left that part of herself behind, or at least she was trying to. Ezra had saved her from the Empire, from Vader's grip, and she owed him everything.
Ezra had backed her when the Alliance interrogated her after Malachor. He had guided her when she healed her corrupted kyber crystals, and in return, she had replaced most of her rage with something more protective—an urge to safeguard Ezra. He was her reason for fighting, for living. The one person who had given her a second chance.
"I… I'm sorry." Her voice cracked, and she looked him straight in the eyes, her expression filled with regret. "Please… I wasn't trying to keep it from you. I just didn't know how to tell you."
Ezra stood still, his emotions swirling inside him. Anger, confusion, sadness—he wasn't even sure what to feel. But seeing the genuine remorse in her eyes, the way she reached out to him, he realized something. This wasn't about blame. Kanan had made his choice, and Seventh Sister wasn't the one to blame for it. She hadn't betrayed him.
Ezra's shoulders slumped. "I… I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have blamed you. I guess I just… I'm lost, Seven. I don't know what to do. I thought we were supposed to train the person in our vision. Kanan thought we'd find them by now, but they haven't come. And without him…"
Seventh Sister took a deep breath, remembering the lessons Tano and Kanan had taught her about patience, about trusting the Force. "We'll find them. The Force will guide us when the time is right. We just have to keep following the path. Rushing into something without thinking… it's not what Jarrus would've wanted."
Ezra nodded, still struggling with the weight of everything, but he knew she was right. Impulsive actions had cost him before, and now, more than ever, he needed to stay focused. He couldn't afford another loss.
Seventh Sister's voice softened, and she looked down at her own hands, her face distant. "I've lived with loss my whole life, Bridger. My Jedi master… I barely even remember her face anymore. I don't remember my own name, but I remember the feeling. She was everything to me, and when I lost her… I thought that pain would never leave." She paused, her eyes growing misty. "But what I've learned through the years is that it's not the loss that defines us. It's what we do with the time we had with them. I'll never forget my master, just like you'll never forget your master. Cherish those memories, because they're what makes us stronger."
Ezra was quiet for a moment, absorbing her words. Ever since Kanan had died, all he could think about was the past—the moments they shared, their arguments, their victories. But it wasn't regret that filled him now, it was gratitude. Kanan had given him so much, and now it was his turn to carry on that legacy.
"I… I'm glad you're here with me," Ezra said quietly. "I don't know what I would've done without you and Ahsoka around. I probably would've gone off and done something reckless."
Seventh Sister squeezed his hands, a soft smile on her lips. "We're not going anywhere. And maybe… maybe we just need to be patient. The vision will come. The person we're meant to train will find us. Until then, we stay the course."
Ezra sighed, nodding. "You're right. We've made it this far. We'll figure it out… together."
Seventh Sister watched him carefully, relieved that the tension had eased. There was still much ahead of them—decisions to be made, challenges to face—but for now, they could take a moment to breathe. She was no longer the broken shell of an Inquisitor she once was. She had a purpose, a reason to fight, and that purpose was standing right in front of her.
As they finished their meditation, Ezra stood up and stretched. "I guess freeing my planet will have to wait a little longer."
Seventh Sister gave him a knowing look. "One step at a time, Bridger. We'll get there."