Kanan's P.O.V.

I awake to find myself on the ground in my room, wrapped in a bunch of blankets. My memory is cloudy. I can't remember anything from last night.

"What," I asked myself. "Happened?"

Hera had been sitting in the corner of my room and I hadn't noticed. But I noticed when she immediately gasped and ran over to me.

"Kanan! Are you ok? Do you need something? Are you hungry?" Hera rambled.

"Whoa! Hera, I'm fine! I just wanna know what happened last night."

She hesitated. I heard her sit down beside me and grab my hands.

"Kanan," she spoke calmly and quietly. "You tried to...to...to kill yourself."

Everything flowed back into my head. The fight with Commander Sato. Hera talking to Cham. Ezra talking to the Sith holocron. The lightsaber. The voice.

"I...I gotta go." I got up and ran outside. Using the force to see, I went beyond the sensor marker fence. I went somewhere where I could be fully alone. I needed to. I had to.

I sat down behind a rock and started to meditate. In the middle of my meditation, I heard it. The voice. The voice that told me to kill myself.

"Kanan, you know you will never be happy here. You're hiding so much from your crew. You won't tell them that you're a monster. You won't tell them your real name. You won't even tell them that you were once ejected into space and that you almost died. But you do all of this for your safety. And for theirs. But if you take out that saber right now, you won't have to live with any secrets. You won't have to live with any worries. You won't have to live...period."

By the time the voice had finished talking, my now ignited saber was one inch from my chest. I was breathing rapidly. If I killed myself, then the monster would be gone forever. But I decided against it. I put the saber down. If I killed myself, then I would never get the chance to ask Hera the question I had. But after last night, I think I need to wait a while until I ask her. Ask her to marry me.

I smiled my goofy smile and started humming. I started daydreaming about me and her. Me and her. Her and me. Even if she loves someone else, I still love her. Like there's any possible way that Hera would love someone else. Right?

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard screaming coming from the base. I looked through the force to see an imperial shuttle setting the Ghost on fire. I went back to thinking. But in one second, realization hit me. The Empire's here! And the Ghost is on FIRE! I quickly got up and ran as fast as I could to the ship.

It looks like Phoenix Squadron had taken care of the imperials and their shuttle. I could see Ezra fighting three storm troopers. Zeb was bandaging a burn on Sabine's leg. Chopper was shocking the remaining storm troopers. Where was Hera?

A faint scream sounded out through the base, but only I could hear it. It was coming from the Ghost.

"Hera." I said.

'I can't believe I'm doing this.' I thought as I ran inside the burning ship. Everything on the inside was falling apart, including the ceiling. I dodged all the debris and quickly ran to the cockpit. Sure enough Hera was there, dirty with ash, but not hurt. I sighed, thankful that debris hadn't fallen on her. I carefully picked her up and and ran to the ramp. I was right at the ramp and the rest of the crew was waiting anxiously for us outside.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I used the force and saw a gigantic piece of the ceiling falling right above me and Hera. In panic, I threw Hera out to the crew and tried to run. But I never had the chance. The piece of ceiling crushed my right leg and I was pulled to the ground. I screamed before the rest of ceiling collapsed on top of me and the world went black.