"Kanan, I don't think this is a good idea."

"What do you mean?" What little Ezra could see of Kanan's face under the mask displayed his confusion.

Ezra looked down. "I just...got a bad feeling about this one."

Kanan put his hand on Ezra's shoulder. "Trust me, kid. Has Kallus given us wrong info yet?"

Ezra had to accept that one. Ever since they'd found out that Kallus was Fulcrum, they'd been unsure about the intel he gave them. Well, all except Zeb. Still, Kallus hadn't failed them yet, so they were beginning to trust him, if only a little.

"To Coruscant, then," Ezra said with fake bravado.

"To Coruscant."

~//~
Sabine got this feeling every once in a while, in the pit of her stomach, and it was usually when something was about to go wrong. It was rarely wrong, and Sabine always had trouble ignoring it.
She had that feeling now.

They were in hyperspace, and she felt uneasy. She got up from her bed and grabbed a can of paint, turning to the wall, but stopped. She had a big empty spot she'd been saving for another group shot of the whole crew, but she just felt as if she couldn't paint. She shook her head and raised the can anyway.

And stared at the empty wall.

After a few moments, she sighed and dropped her arm. Something was definitely wrong when Sabine Wren, 'explosion and art expert/enthusiast', as she called herself, didn't want to paint. And she felt there was.

Sabine put the paint back with the others and left her cabin, deciding to see what Hera was doing. She walked to the cockpit, because that was the only place she could ever really count on Hera to be. As in, Hera never really left the cockpit. Even when she wasn't there, her mind was.

She pressed the button, and the panel slid open. To reveal Kanan and Hera kissing in the middle of the room.

They jumped apart when the door opened, and turned towards her. Kanan's face, his mask removed, was red, Hera's guilty. "Uh..." started Kanan, and Hera took over. "We were just--"

Sabine held up her hand. "I really don't wanna know right now." She spun around, heading back the way she came while shaking her head.

These 'moments' were getting more frequent, it was almost annoying. It was annoying.

The Ghost wasn't a small ship, but when she was restless it sometimes made her feel cramped, suffocated. Like right now.

Well, they were in hyperspace, so no opening the bay doors for more air. She smiled slightly at the thought.

Before she knew it, Sabine was in front of Ezra and Zeb's room. She hesitated when she should have gone on. She could hear Zeb in the common room laughing as he beat Chopper at Dejarik, and she knew Ezra was alone in there.

Whenever she felt down, or needed to get something off her mind, Sabine used to be able to talk to Ezra, and she'd feel so much better. Not about her problems or feelings, of course. She didn't talk to anyone about those. Just...random things.

But things were different now. Ever since Malachor.

At first it seemed almost bad, but after the holocrons and Maul, Ezra seemed so much more mature.

He was still Ezra, but he'd changed so much. He'd grown, in the last year. He was taller than Sabine now, and he wasn't just the cocky kid he was before.
He was finally beginning to realize what it was to be a Jedi.

Still, Sabine reminded herself again, he was always Ezra. She opened the door.

Ezra knelt in the middle of the room, meditating. She stepped inside to wait. As the door slid shut behind her, she studied his face. Something was wrong.

Sabine had seen Ezra meditate before, and he looked more relaxed than this. His forehead was scrunched, and his muscles taut.

Then he started jerking.

"Ezra! Are you okay?" Sabine rushed to his side, grabbing his shoulder. He moaned. "Ezra!"

Ezra thrashed from side to side before yelling out one word. "Arene!"

With complacency comes vulnerability.
~ Jedi Proverb