"Ezra, you need to focus." Kanan repeated. "I'm trying." I snapped back. Today, Kanan was working on teaching me how to deflect blaster shots, again. I was already upset, and now this was adding to my frustrations. I tried again, and missed it completely, getting shot in the arm. Even if the blaster shots were just for practice, they hurt a lot.

"Focus, try harder." Kanan scolded. "I thought that there was no try." I shot back. "Are you ok Ezra?" Kanan asked. "I'm fine." I was mad, my anger and frustration was building up. We started again.

I tried to focus, but I couldn't. I tried to calm myself, but I couldn't. I tried to control my anger, but I was to weak. I exploded. I can't explain how I did it, but I did. The blasters that Sabine and Zeb were holding collapsed in on themselves, as if squeezed by a invisible hand. My vision was red, but getting darker. I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I ran as far into Capital City, so they couldn't find me.

I had to start again, without the Ghost Crew. I don't care about them anymore, don't care if they get arrested by the Empire, don't even care if the Empire kills them. Better them than me.

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