Hera sighed and leant back in her chair.
It had been a close escape. She didn't know who that red blade was, but she hoped they wouldn't see them again.
"Where's​ Kanan?" Hera asked Sabine who was sitting behind her.
"He's in the cargo hold. He hasn't come up from there though" Sabine replied.
"I'll go check on him" Hera said turning the Ghost on autopilot and went out the door.
She slid down the ladder to the entry ramp.
"Kanan?" She asked.
The man was sitting, leaning against the ramp. Trembling slightly and sniffing.
"Kanan?"
The Jedi looked up. His face had tear tracks and his eyes were red.
Hera was shocked.
Kanan hardly ever cried. The last time she'd seen him shed a tear was when she was almost killed in a mission.
She went over and crouched beside him.
Putting a hand on his shoulder, she wiped away his tears.
"What is it?" She asked.
"The red blade...The red blade is Ezra" Kanan whispered.
Hera felt her breath catch.
"What?" She gasped.
"He said it himself. He said he'd destroyed him. Hera I...I don't know why he would give into the Dark side. He was so strong with the light." "Maybe he was forced to?" Hera suggested helping him up.
"I don't know. All I know is now is that he's gone..."
"Caleb Dume you look at me right now."
Kanan looked at Hera with surprise. She'd hadn't used his real name in years.
"Ezra is not gone. When have you ever given up this easily?"
"Never. But Hera, he tried to kill me. The real Ezra would never have done that" Kanan argued.
"I know. That's why we need the real Ezra back. Let's go tell the others."
Kanan nodded silently.

Why did the Empire take everything away from him?