(Sabine's POV)

    My eyes began to focus and adjust to the light as I woke up in my cabin. I climbed out of the bed, and began my morning ritual. This began with my morning stretches, to make sure I was combat ready as fast as I needed to be if something went wrong. It wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence aboard The Ghost. I got dressed, first the black body suit, and then my armor. I continued getting ready, but decided to run to the 'fresher to look into the mirror. My hair was fine, messy sure, but it was the way I liked it. The thing I was looking at was my eyes.

  They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, I used to never believe it. But now I do. We had left Dathomir a week ago, but it felt like only a few hours to me. My eyes were, as always, normal. I could see my pupils, instead of a green mist clouding my vision. I shrugged it off, and continued down the halls of the ship, headed towards the cockpit.

  As I walked along the halls, I took note of their color. They were gray, but had orange and blue, even some silver borders on them. Of course they had my artistic flare added to them.

   They were so unlike the white walls I had come to know at The Academy, the neverending orders from my former superiors. I hated the fact that I was controlled, unable to fight back. I could still hear the ringing in my ears, of a voice coming from my lips that was not my own.

   There was something so terrible, worse than death. I did not fear death, but I was terrified of being helpless, being controlled. I couldn't help but think how Ezra must have felt, having to fight us. What if I had killed him? I sighed. It wasn't like a Mando to dwell on such things. You killed someone or you didn't, and that was the end of it. Move on to the next thing. Kanan said that Jedi aren't supposed to form attachments, but that's some wise words coming from him, 'Mister I am literally married.'

   But I feel like Mandalorians learn that lesson as well, at least to a certain degree. There was a certain feeling that I couldn't shake. I couldn't talk to Ezra, not after all that. And Zeb was out of the question. That left Kanan and Hera, but now I remembered Hera and Chopper were on a supply run. I had just opened the door to the cockpit by the time I realized this, and started to turn around. That was when I heard Kanan's voice. "Sabine. You've been avoiding Ezra and I since Dathomir. Do you want to talk?"