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   "Kid, can you hear me?" The voice echoed like it was miles away. I was coming in and out of consciousness and blurry figures surrounded me. I blinked trying to figure out who the voice belonged to. What happened?

"Zeb, I told you not to set it on high!" A different voice yelled.

"I didn't!" Another voice argued. Was this some crazy dream or is everything supposed to look like this? No, this can't be right. My head drummed, trying to find a solution to the problem. It didn't work.

Finally, my vision began to focus. I groaned. Kanan was kneeling down on my left and Zeb on my right. The two were talking. Hera was at the doorway, looking down at me with concern.

"W..." My throat felt sore and scratchy. I had everyone's attention, making me feel small in the situation.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to sound normal but failed to do so.

   "Sorry, we were going to tell you that the electricity was recalibrate to protect the RV with a force field. Though, I did tell someone not to set the setting on high," Hera said, directing the last sentence at Zeb.

   "I didn't put it on high," he argued.

   "So...I was shocked?" I asked.

   "Yes, and lucky to be alive somehow. That setting would of killed even Zeb," Kanan explained and sounded almost curious. I gulped down the thought of my heart stopping but it didn't. My powers saved me. Yet, I still can't help but find disgust in them. My blessing is my curse. My savior is my enemy.

I struggled to sit up and Kanan was about to help but I refused it.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" Kanan asked.

"Why haven't you kicked me out of the RV and left me to the Infected?" I asked. Kanan and Hera face filled with...I couldn't read them. It was a mixture of different emotions that I couldn't be read. Zeb was just as shocked and confused.

   "Why would you think we would kick you off?" Hera asked this time.

"What do you think?" I spat then faced the floor and calmed down, "Sorry."

    I felt a something lay on my shoulder and glanced up to see that it was Kanan's hand. "It's ok," Kanan reassured.

Hera gestured to Zeb and the grump stood and left the room. Hera did too, shutting the door behind her leaving me and Kanan.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"They're going to fix the door and get the Ghost up and running again," Kanan explained, "You are going to stay here and rest."

"Why does Sabine hate me?" I asked randomly and he looked at me. He seemed to think about an answer before replying, "I think she needs to tell you. It's none of my business to tell." I sighed and nodded understanding.

"Come on," he said standing up and stretching his hand out to me, "you must be hungry. You've been out since yesterday." My stomach growled before I could make up an excuse. It didn't surprise me that I was out that long. It did feel like I've been out for a long period of time.

I stood up, ignoring his hand then hugged myself. Kanan withdrew his hand and walked to the door with me following.

   As we walked into the next room, I immediately saw Sabine slouching on the couch. Her arms were folded and a scowl was drawn on her face. She looked over at me and glared daggers. I turned my gaze to Zeb, who was fixing the door on the floor.

   I felt a knot in my stomach knowing that I should help since all the damage was because of me. I bowed my head in shame.

   "Go sit at the table and I'll whip you up a sandwich," Kanan told me, laying a hand on my shoulder and gesturing to the table. I didn't say anything, just walked over and sat down obediently. I stared at the surface of the table and went into a daze.

   They all hate me. So they are being nice now but then they'll turn their backs on me, just like everyone else. No matter where I go, everyone hates my guts. I feel like I'm a walking curse. Ready to destroy anyone and anything just because I can't control my emotions.

"I'm sorry," I said, getting confused faces from Zeb and Kanan. Sabine just momentarily rolled her eyes, not caring but there was a glint of curiosity.

"For what?" Zeb asked, looking up from the damaged door.

"For everything I did and didn't do," I answered.

"Kid, it wasn't your fault-"

"It is!" I yelled, cutting Kanan off, "It's my fault that the door was blown off with the hinges! It's my fault for being useless and doing nothing! It's my fault for messing up everything since being with all of you! I'm not even sure why I'm still here!"

My eyes were narrowed and stared at Kanan with fustration. Dark energy began to course through my veins and focused in the palm of my hands, that clutched the table.

"Ezra, just calm down. You're going to hurt someone for real if you don't," Kanan told me. I took a deep breath in and out, trying to find some kind of peace. Maybe I can list my favorite things in my head or remember a good memory? Would that help me calm down? I guess it doesn't hurt to try.

   I closed my eyes and listed some things that I enjoyed.

Embarrassing troopers.

My stuffed toy.

Free food and water.

   The dark energy went away slowly as I kept listing until finally I'm back in my calm state. My eyelids fluttered open to see everyone's eyes in the room stare at me. I subconsciously looked down and folded my arms securely around myself.

   I heard a cough and soon, a plate of food and cup of water were placed in front of me. I looked up at the person who gave me it, Kanan.

   "Is this...for me?" I asked confused.

   "Yep, eat up," was all Kanan said before sitting across from me. I turned my gaze to the food and scanned it for anything that might be suspicious. Shocked can't describe how I feel right now. They gave me food but was there something they wanted in return? What did I do to deserve it?

   My eyes met with evergreen eyes.

   "What's the catch?" I asked.

   "There's no catch, kid. The foods all yours," he said. I held my gaze a bit longer until turning to face the food. My mouth watered and my stomach growled a little. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite from it. It might of been nothing much to a normal person but it was heaven to someone like me. Fresh food that hasn't touched a garbage can.

   I swallow down the food and chugged down the water, not realizing how thirsty I was. I kept eating the wonderful food until it was gone. My stomach made a satisfied noise. I looked down embarrassed but still said, "Thank you."

   "No problem. Is it ok if I ask you a few questions?" Kanan asked. I quickly perked up.

   "You said there was no catch!" I said, annoyed.

   "I'm not forcing you. I just asked if I could ask you a few questions. You don't have to but it would really help us a lot," he offered. I take a moment, considering the odds of telling him somethings.

   "Like what?" I asked.

   "How do you know Tessbo?" He asked.

   "What does me knowing Tessbo have any interest to you?" I asked narrowing my eyes. He kept his facial expression blank, emotionless.

   "He has-had information that could of been useful to cure the virus. What did you not get out of that?" He asked, not in an annoyed but curious way. He did have a point, but what does me knowing him hav-

   That's when I realized that Kanan must think that I may have an idea of the great cure may be.

"Look, I don't know a thing about the cure if that's what you're trying to get out of me," I explained.

"I clarified that we wanted to know how you know about Tessbo, not the cure. We know he wouldn't give it to you."

"How would you know that?" I retorted.

"Because, you never know who you can or can't trust, even if they are close," he answered.

"Then why was he going to sacrifice telling information to this suspicious Fulcrum character?" I retorted.

"Kid, I've been doing this since that miserable day everything changed. Never once or have I met Fulcrum or even know who he or she or it is. All I know is that it is where we get our intel from," he said, "I had to go all that time trusting that voice with our lives."

I sat back against the seat and sighed. There was nothing else that I could think of and Kanan seemed truthful on the most part.

I sat up in my seat and leaned on the table, "Tessbo was an old friend of my parents. That's all I'm saying." I got up from the seat and made my way out of what used to be a doorway. Sabine glared and Zeb just kept working as I passed the two.

I needed to clear my head even though Hera and the little robot were out there. Hopefully, I could sneak past them and find a quiet place to think.

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