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9

EZRA GATHERED everyone in the common room. Straight away, of course, they all wanted to know - why? What was going on? Were they under attack?

Ezra quieted them down. He looked at all their faces: their eyes were all focused on him. Filled with questions. Filled with worry.

Five months ago, Ezra himself had gone missing. He'd been subjected to horrors he'd never fully told his friends. Some of them, he couldn't even remember. That was for the best.

But he did know, more than anything, despite all the lost memories forming gaps in his mind and his life - this was his family.

And they had done everything could do to save him; everything they could to help him.

Ezra watched them in silence. As bitter tears rolled down his face, their questions redoubled. Afraid now. Concerned. Desperate.

Kanan had been captured before, too - not just Ezra. Kanan had already gone through so much pain. And he'd sacrificed himself to that for them.

Now... it was all happening again- all over again.

They don't deserve this.

Ezra's family crowded around him as he lost control and began to hopelessly sob.

***

They were gone now.

The room was dark.

It was over. But they could come back at any time.

Kanan's eyes flickered open. He lifted his head slightly and bit back a groan. He had to be silent; the pain couldn't matter.

And Kanan had a much higher tolerance for it than most people, but kriff, that Seventh Sister lady sucked. Forget Tarkin, the Inquisitor and Agent Kallus - she was even worse. She didn't stop at creepy little droids or cruel whispers in his ear. She utilized the Force like even the Inquisitor hadn't on him. She didn't seem at all concerned for his sanity, that was for sure. The Seventh Sister used all her power to burn her way into his mind, to pry it open and pick his memories apart like fyrnocks through a rotting carcass. She didn't care about what he could reveal through speech when she had a potentially much more accurate way to learn what she wanted. It was all Kanan could do to resist that while she taunted him out loud and electrocuted him with her horrid little "pets", at the same time taking obvious delight in her work.

Yeah, Kanan hated her.

And he knew that he wouldn't be able to pull through if she came back to do that again. (And oh, she would.) To make matters even worse, this time around, Kanan actually did know rebel secrets the Empire would literally kill to learn.

Kanan set his jaw in determination.

I have to get out of here.

He thought about his crew. Ezra. Hera.

We can't... we can't go through this again.

Kanan squeezed his eyes shut, remembering five months ago - imagining all of those tragedies happening a second time.. but without him. He saw his crew suffering, miserable, struggling through everything to find him, all over again.

They don't deserve this.

Tears brimmed in his eyes, stinging. No. He quickly shook his head with a grimace. No, I can't think about any of that. I need to get out. I have to get out.

But how? Every limb, every inch of him ached with an indescribable pain. His head was hammering. He felt frayed inside, battered almost to pieces, like his very mind might break apart should someone shake him. He sure as heck couldn't break out of this place - wherever exactly he was - even if he could somehow, miraculously get out of the upright table he was oh so comfortably strapped to. Even thinking about an escape plan kind of hurt. Kanan mused that was kind of ingenious. No, Kanan, don't start complimenting the enemy, they suck. Now THINK.

Kanan brainstormed as hard as he could. Two or three minutes slowly dragged themselves by - or maybe an hour, who could tell? But however long it was, Kanan finally came to a conclusion.

It was radical. It was nuts. It was your typical Kanan plan. And that meant that the odds were stacked really, really high above him.

Typical indeed.

But of course he was still going to do it.

Kanan lifted his head weakly and grinned into the darkness.

Which little instrument of torture wanted to be his new friend first?...

***