I wonder where CT89 is. I wonder if Ezra's alive. I wonder if Hera and the others are alright. Ezra... is he even still alive? Why did I push him so far? Why did I ever let him  go off into this mission alone?

"Ow!" I hear a yell.

"Ezra?" I turn.

I hear him come out somewhere. He lets out a cough. 

"Hi! Sorry I'm late." I hear him walk over to me.

"What? How?" I ask.

"Hey, when have you not seen me escape." He asks.

He smells like blood and oil. I hear him unstrap me. I put on my shirt. He winces. I grab him. He feels like blood. I look at him. 

"Hey... I'm fine." He says.

"Yeah, sure." I say.

I put his arm over my shoulder. 

"I'm fine, Kanan. We need to go." Ezra mutters.

"What about the others?" I ask.

"Dust is taking care about it." Ezra says.

"Who's Dust?" I ask.

"The only survivor of the city. He's my friend." Ezra says.

"I hope he knows what he's doing." I say.

"He does." Ezra says.