"Welcome, welcome Master Jedi Knight." I say walking forward.

They were all wearing masks, but I know exactly who they are. 

"Who are you?" Caleb Dume asks.

"Why did you send us the Purrgil?" Hera Syndulla asks.

"I apologize for not being more... obvious." I say.

"Why are we here?" Sabine Wren asks.

"It is your time to help the child fight." I say.

"By child, you mean Ezra." Caleb Dume says.

I nod.

"Yes." I say.

"Is he okay?" Sabine Wren asks.

"Come." I say.

I start walking. 

"Should we trust her Kanan?" Hera Syndulla whispers.

"What do you think Hera Syndulla?" I ask.

"How... how do you know us?" Hera Syndulla asks.

"The Great Mother told us about all of you." I say.

I walk over to Caleb Dume.

"Especially you, Dume." I whisper to hi.

"Is Ezra alive?" He asks.

"Yes, but we had to make him one of us." I say.

"What... what are you talking about?" Sabine Wren asks.

"It would be better if you would come with us." I say.

"No!" Sabine Wren yells.

She takes out a gun. My brothers and sisters' hiss. They take out their bows and arrows. They growl and walk forward. Sabine Wren is strong, but her mind is often frazzled, and she is like a tornado.  I look at her. 

"Tìftang!" I yell to them.

(Stop.)

They nod.

"Sabine put down the gun." Caleb Dume says.

She nods, reluctantly. I walk over.

"When he crashed here, his body was broken beyond healing, so the Great Mother saved more than he is. In one of these bodies." I gesture to myself.  

"Uh, guys? Garus Zeb Oralious asks.

I look up.

"No..." I breathe. 

"Ties!" Hera Syndulla yells.