Everyone was exhausted. Some of them both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Ezra looked out at his group of odd-ended, rag tagged Rebel friends, both survivors of an old war and those who were born in the war currently raging. A war that has turned enemies into friends and that has caused greater enemies to arise. A war that has caused two lovers to fall and rebuild themselves more than they would ever like to remember. A war that has left many people scarred. A war that has veterans running for the deepest, most unknown planets in the galaxy. A war that brought many people together. A war that many people are scared to fight, has brought their little group together. A war that currently has them fleeing for cover to lick their wounds and get back to their feet. A war that left many to wonder, when will it end? A war that many people that don't want to fight anymore. People who are just tired of fighting. People who just want to rest and relax in peace. 

But those people understand that they cant stop fighting, because if they do, who will be there for the people that need to be saved from this war?

But who will ever be there to tell those people what they did was enough? 

Who will be there to tell the enemy turned friend, that he has redeemed himself more than once and it was he and the others who were in the wrong to tell the old enemy that it wasn't enough? That it was never enough.

Ezra looked at his group of friends, the ones he started this war with. Still intact. They had fallen apart to come back together. They were the lucky ones. The ones who came out nearly unscathed compared to the ones they had picked up along the way. Limbs and lives lost. The luckiest ones from the old war. The ones who needed this war to end. The ones who felt like enough was never enough. The ones who weren't afraid of death, but were only afraid of leaving each other one by one. Afraid that this war will take them away slowly and not all at once. Where if one went, the rest had to go because there would be no other way.

He understood now. What it was like to be a Jedi. What it was like to forgive an enemy. To set aside what happened in the past. Even if those past things still whisper doubt in his ear. He has seen enough to know that this enemy was only acting upon the instinct that was set into him by the true evil that they were fighting. No matter how much Ezra was tempted to change this old enemy, he knew he would have to help set him back on the course he was running that the Force has chosen for him.

They were not complete, however, they were still missing one in their group, who needed to be saved. However, it couldn't wait. A friend was in need of healing and another was in need of saving. As much as Ezra hated it, he knew this small group that they had would have to split in order to help both of their friends.