Hello all, 

IT'S SUMMMMMMEEEERRRR!!!!! I'm so glad because now I will FINALLY have the time to update this story, and hopefully, finish it for good by the end of the summer. This story–and my Wattpad in general–has been neglected since January due to all of the other stuff I had on the go, and so I intend to spend some serious time on Wattpad this summer to make up for it. I feel as though Wattpad somehow always gets pushed to the end of my seemingly never-ending to-do list, and for that I sincerely apologize. I've been working on a profile re-vamp for my account as well as planning out the rest of this story, and so now it's just writing and uploading the rest of the chapters.  

Thank you all for your patience with me. I know that this story was created around a year ago, and the series three years ago (wait I've been on Wattpad for three years... holy), and for all of the readers who have continued to wait and wait ever so patiently for new chapters, I truly do appreciate it. Thank you. I promise that this story will be my first priority this summer! 

Chapter 12 will be up soon! In the meantime, as a little token of my appreciation for everyone's patience, here is a preview below! Of course, as with all my previews, it's subject to final editing. :) 

Also, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR 19.5K READS ON "STAR WARS REBELS: WHEN HOPE IS LOST"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PROLOGUE HAS 1.4K READS ON ITS OWN I'M SO HAPPY AHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ALL SOOOOOOOOOO MUCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if you're a fan of my book "Star Wars Rebels: Time Travel", we've almost hit 17K, and the first four parts have reads over 1K all on their own! So THANKKKKKKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUU for that as well! :) 

May the Force be with you,

-LothalRebelUltraFan

Dev stiffened at the heat of the red lightsaber glowing above his neck. Kanan ground to a halt instantly.

Over the past three years, as his bond with his father had grown even greater than before their separation, they had gained the power to telecommunicate through the Force extremely well. He like always joked that he, his father, and Ezra were a family of telepathic Force-sensitives on the run, just like in the old Holomovies.

Are you okay? His father asked urgently.

Peachy. The cut isn't that bad.

He was lying, and Kanan knew it. He was surprised he hadn't lost his hand; his wrist was a cascading waterfall of blood. He winced and looked away, looking to his father instead.

"Let him go." The sound that tore from Kanan's throat was inhuman.

The Seventh Sister laughed, and looked down at her fallen prey. "I don't think so. Why don't your son and I catch up, Jarrus? I'm sure he remembers me, from all those years ago."

Despite his circumstances, Dev chuckled. "You oughta just kill me now. You'll get nothing out of me."

"Defiant as always. You would do well to remember how your resistance ended for you last time." The Inquisitor smirked at him.

Dev replied with a string of angry swear words and insults.

"Lovely son you have, Jarrus," the Fifth Brother said, coming over to stand behind Dev, who glared at him. "Can you curse in that many languages as well?"

"I'd be more worried about him than me." Kanan replied.

Both Inquisitors laughed at this statement.

"He's a child." The Seventh Sister chuckled.

"You would do well to remember how saying that ended for you last time." Dev mimicked. "How did it? Oh yeah: Me and Mel kicked your guys' butts into fire."

The Fifth Brother proceeded to glare at Dev, but the female just laughed again.

"Ah, yes. The girl. The one I stabbed through, all those years ago."

Dev's eyes flared with both anger and pain and he would have lunged at her, had it not meant his neck being severed.

"I see your anger is as strong as ever," the Seventh Sister smiled cruelly. "It hurts your soul, doesn't it? To know that you will never be free of your past, of your darkness within."

"Shut up," Dev glared at her. He wished his death stare could shoot laser beams at the Inquisitors. Deadly ones, preferably.

Kanan felt a jolt through the Force–Dev was starting to lose control. "Dev–"

"You will never get past it. Just like you will never grow beyond the pain of your girlfriend's death."

"I don't want to get past her death," Dev bared his teeth.

"Dev!" Kanan was starting to panic. In all their years in hiding, he had avoided ever bringing up Mel. He had thought that the best thing was to let Dev mourn in private. But now, he wished he had tried harder to help Dev come to peace with it, because it was obvious he hadn't.

"What was she to you, young Dume? A friend.... Or more?" The Seventh Sister leered at him. She leaned close to him. "I think more."

And that was when Dev lost it.