Sometime between season 2 and 3.

Ezra emerged from his cabin, stretching his muscles and getting the sleep out of his eyes. This brief moment of the day when first waking up was one of the few times where his pain was briefly forgotten. That, or when he's in the midst of the action during an assignment. But anywhere else, his mind was only on one thing.

On her.

And so memory hits him. He suddenly freezes a bit, remembers how horrible this day is supposed to be. And it makes him miserable.

He entered the lounge. He saw Hera sitting at the table, several datapads scattered in front of her. She looked tired, slouching over as she worked, her eyes like little slits. Chopper was by her side, looking like he handed her caf when she needed it. Ezra couldn't imagine she got much sleep. Just like the night before.

Ever since That Day, really.

"Hey Hera." Ezra said quietly, sitting by her side. "Late night again?"

His captain rubbed her temples and let out a long sigh. She knew being a captain of The Rebellion would be hard work, but things felt much more burdening in the last few months. So many things to manage on top of what she already did. But she wasn't going to complain about it...she had to do it.

For her.

"You know how it is." She said lightly, forcing a small chuckle. "Did you get much sleep yourself?"

Ezra knew his situation wasn't as bad as Hera's. But sleeping was still difficult for him. Through The Force, he could sense a lot of pain within the whole crew. It was very distracting when you're trying to sleep. Especially when it stems from someone you're close to.

"I think I'm getting enough." He supposed. "I'm fit for duty."

Hera didn't seem quite so satisfied with his answer, though.

"But are you fine, is just what I'm-"

Hera stopped herself. She felt a tremble across her body and her eyes swell up. She tensed her muscles and swallowed up her grief, and there was a lot to swallow. Ezra noticed and he comfortingly rested his hand on her arm. Hera nodded when she thought she was emotionally stable, and he let go.

Despite everything, she was proud at how much more mature Ezra had become. Recent events made him grow.

"How bad is it...?" He quietly asked.

He never wanted to know before. But it didn't feel like the situation was going to resolve soon, if at all. If that was the case, he believed he may as well know all the details. He watched Hera glance at him...she didn't want him to hear it, but it was his right to know.

She began by clearing her throat.

"Paralysis below the waist...spinal fluid leak..." She began listing the problems. "...and numerous infections..."

Hera closed her eyes and sighed again.

"She's lucky to even be alive, but...the amount of resources I have to manage, to keep her that way?"

Her hands gestured to all the datapads. Hera really had to pull her rank to be doing this, to be managing the movement of supplies and the procurement of drugs the patient needed. The Rebellion didn't have the best treatments at hand, and any medical issues they could handle was always a drain on their resources. For their current patient, it was definitely costing them a lot and what they could do for them was only keeping them alive, not actually healing them. Hera knew it wasn't good for The Rebellion, but...she had to do it. For her.

But...she always took the wellbeing of The Rebellion as a priority. She felt like she was working against her responsibility to Sato, to Phoenix Squadron. Like she was being selfish.

"Ezra, if it was anyone else..." She told with a lump in her throat. "...Sato would've probably pulled the plug."

Ezra slowly nodded, this certainly hurt to take in...but he understood the position Sato took. He had to see this from a military point of view, as hard as it would be. They were very fortunate that Hera held such a high rank.

"I understand." He said softly.

There was this long, painful silence between them, until Ezra finally spoke up.

"How's Kanan?" He asked. "Is he...?"

"How do you think?" Hera shook her head, a clear tone of bitterness in her voice. "He just shuts himself away from everyone all day, Ezra. She needs his support now more than ever and he...he just doesn't..."

Hera sighed in frustration. She understood that Kanan had issues of his own, she couldn't imagine what being permanently blinded was like, but it was like the Jedi was in his own bubble, where he ignored all the problems around him. And it made Hera mad. But she couldn't get him to budge.

She didn't know if this was just his way of dealing with grief or not, because she knew that Kanan was just as devastated as the rest of them. He was the polar opposite of Zeb in this instance, who made an effort every morning to visit the patient and provide her company...because the rest of The Spectres were busy, they couldn't be around her all the time. Hera hardly saw her at all, and Ezra only occasionally visited because he was frightened by what he saw.

Kanan had never went to see her even once.

"I'm going to talk to him." Ezra decided, standing up.

"I'll be very grateful if you can get him to stop being so isolated." Hera said.

"I'll see what I can do." Ezra told her. "And Hera? I know this is heavy work but...I really appreciate what you're doing. You're doing more for her than all the rest of us."

Hera gave the slightest, weakest smile.

"You should get some sleep." He told her.

Hera wasn't so enthusiastic on that, though. The day had just started, she'd be needed.

"I'll try to sleep better tonight." Hera promised. "But I have to work for-"

"Hera, please." He spoke over her, looking at her firmly. "You need to be focussed...this isn't healthy for you."

He took the datapads that were on her table. Hera glanced back up at him. Truly, Ezra had grown as a person. Looking at him made her yawn, and realise once again how tired she was. There was only so much caf could do for her.

"Okay, you win." She said, standing up and swallow walking out the room. "Please get Kanan to see her, Ezra."

Ezra watched her go to her cabin, with Chopper following close behind. Even the little mischievous droid never pranked or annoyed anyone in months...Chopper was just quiet. Ezra always found him very irritating in the past but...that actually made him sad, to see someone like Chopper be so tame.

He put the datapads away, then went out without breakfast. He wasn't hungry.

Hera wasn't the only one who was frustrated with Kanan. Ezra too had become annoyed at Kanan's tendency to isolate himself from everyone else. He was hardly around, he was always spending his day...meditating somewhere. It was effecting everyone, Ezra especially. Kanan was his master, yet the teachings had stopped completely. Ezra had to even step up and take his place due to his disability, and he had the holocron from Malachor to substitute Kanan's lack of teaching. What was Kanan to him, anymore? Not his master, and not his squad leader. He even questioned how much of a friend he even was, anymore...what sort of friend doesn't visit you when you're lying on a medical table, clinging on to dear life?

Because not even recent events were enough to get him to break this hermit phase.

"I'm sorry I put you in this position, Kanan. But you have to step up all the same."

No one wanted to see him like this.

Ezra found Kanan a ways out from the base, near the sensor markers which protected the area from the krykna spiders. The Jedi was sitting in his typical meditating state, with a few dokma resting on him. He liked to spend all his time connecting with The Force, and the beings it inhabits. The Force was the only thing he could see with, now.

Ezra blamed himself for that, for trusting Maul. But he didn't blame himself for Kanan seemingly making an effort to be as unhelpful as possible.

"Ezra." The Jedi spoke his Padawan's name when sensing him. "Is everything-"

"Don't you dare ask me if everything is okay." Ezra interrupted, sternly. "I bet even you, out here on your own as you always are, can tell everything is...kriffed!"

Kanan was used to Ezra being...angsty, as of late. Their relationship had become rather strained since Malachor.

"The Rebellion is still surviving, isn't it?" He asked, in an attempt to make Ezra think.

Kanan wanted Ezra to see that while The Spectres were going through great emotional turmoil...The Rebellion, the thing they all signed up for and worked towards, was still strong. But Ezra didn't think much into it. He only felt frustration for Kanan to avoid the big issue at hand. Right now, he didn't care about The Rebellion...he only cared about her. And he knew Kanan did too, but he needed to start acting like he did.

"I want you to stop shutting yourself away." He told him, getting to the point.

Kanan was silent for a moment. He knew very well that his crew wasn't fond of his daily routine, but he had internal challenges of his own that he had to tackle. And to a Jedi, there's no issue that can't be dealt with with meditation.

"I'm no help to anyone like this." He stated quietly.

"No, Kanan." Ezra let out a long sigh, as he got closer to him. "I'm not asking you to help me on an assignment. I'm not even asking you, my own master, to give me Jedi training."

Ezra understood that Kanan was physically impaired, he wasn't blaming him for that. But Kanan was placing a lot of emotional tension on the crew. For that, Ezra could definitely blame him. Kanan was a Spectre, he was apart of this current situation as much as the rest of them. You would think that he wasn't, just by looking at him.

"Hera doesn't like seeing you out here by yourself all the time." He continued. "None of us do. Kanan, I am so SO sorry that I put you in this mess, but you have to stop...sulking!"

That's certainly what it looked like. Kanan had to break himself out of this phase before he got more and more detached from his friends.

"What do you want me to do, Ezra?" Kanan asked calmly, still facing the barren wilderness. "Provide moral support?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Would that be so bad...?" Ezra asked quietly.

It would be better than him not being around at all. Kanan was silent once again, and then Ezra also sighed once again.

"Kanan...why haven't you ever went to the Medical Bay?" Ezra continued to quiz him. "To see her?"

That was a question that he really wanted an answer to, because it wasn't like Kanan to be so...seemingly unsympathetic.

"I can't SEE anything, Ezra." Kanan reminded him.

"Oh c'mon, Kanan!" Ezra chastised. "You don't do anything else all day. What excuse do you have to not visit her? Do you not think she'd like to see you?"

"I can't bring myself to visit her, Ezra."

"Why!?"

Kanan didn't want to give the impression that he didn't care, because it was far from the truth. He was troubled just like the rest of them, right now. He hoped Ezra knew that.

"Ezra...it was all my fault." He admitted, sadly.

Ezra looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"She...when we went on a mission together..." He began, a struggle in his voice to speak. "I'm the reason she got hurt."

Kanan went on to elaborate. The Jedi believed he could overcome his blindness through The Force, so he tagged along with her despite her reluctance. Suffice to say, things went bad because of him. And he couldn't help her when she needed him most. And now, she was left in the state she was. And because of his shame, his guilt...he couldn't bring himself to talk to her.

Getting himself involved with her was bad. So he distanced himself.

"Kanan, I..." Ezra was going through a mix of anger and shock, Hera never told him this specific detail, which was actually very important.

Maybe she was afraid of what it would do to Kanan's relationship with him, which was already strained enough as is. And strained further, it became. Ezra's hands briefly tensed in rage, but he calmed himself. Things were too delicate for him to get mad, now. So he took a deep breath and began walking away.

"I'm just as devastated as the rest of you!" Kanan called after him. "But I can't help her, Ezra!"

He was afraid of what she might say, and what he might have to "witness".

"You can help her." Ezra muttered. "You just don't want to."

Kanan was left to think about what Ezra told him, and Ezra went on his way to the Medical Bay.

Walking down the bright, white halls of Phoenix Command made Ezra a bit nervous. He didn't make this trip to the Medical Bay often. The only times that it was necessary in the past was when Hera was hurt by those Mandalorian Protectors. But even now, his visits were only occasional. But though he wasn't there for the patient all the time in person, he was always there for her every day. If there was something she needed that The Rebellion didn't have, he was always the first to have Hera send him off to procure what was required. It often meant he had to put in more work in the day for The Rebellion itself, but he was alright with that.

He would do anything for her.

Ezra made it to her room, but the door opened on its own. Before him, he saw Zeb. The Lasat had finished his daily visit.

"Hey Ezra." He said quietly, but then walking off.

Ezra watched him go, like he was using anything to delay his entry.

"Hey Zeb." He said just as quietly, out of his friend's earshot.

He sighed and entered the room. It was the exact same one that Hera once found herself in...though the patient here this time was in a much worse condition. His steps were light as he approached the side of the medical bed, and he sat on the chair that was used for her visitors, which the only consistent one was Zeb. He looked at her, as she was getting some rest after her talk with him. She was a sad sight. Her olive skin was paler, sickly. Her hair's blue colour was fading, her natural brown becoming visible. She was hooked up to some machinery, which he imagined was expensive for The Rebellion to keep on her.

He closed his eyes and let out another sad sigh. It really hurt to see someone that he knew for being so spunky and strong be like...this. She had been like this for a couple months now, but he didn't think it had quite sunken in yet.

"Oh, Ezra."

She finally noticed another visitor in her room, turning her head to look at him. One could see the tired, dark sacks underneath her eyes. Her face just looked so...frail. She tried to sit up with a grunt, but it was difficult for her. Ezra rested his hand on her shoulder, urging her to just lay back comfortably. And she did.

"Hey, Sabine." Ezra put on a sweet smile, shuffling closer to her side.

She returned his smile, it was always nice to see him. It was nice to see anybody, really. Being kept here all day was torturous at first, but she (unhappily) grew used to it. She learned to appreciate people's company more...kinda made her wish she was more social when she could still walk.

For a moment, they just looked happily at each other, until Ezra finally spoke up with a question that Sabine was probably sick to death of being asked.

"How are you feeling?"

"Being like this...gets a bit easier every day."

Her voice was a bit croaky, and her breathing was a bit wheezy.

"I'm sorry for not visiting more often." Ezra apologised. "I know it must get pretty lonely, being in here all the time."

"Hey, how many times over the years did I tell you to leave me alone?" She chuckled, but then gave a weak cough. "But...I am glad you're here."

"Oh?"

"Hm. I want your opinion on something."

She reached under her blanket and pulled out her sketchbook. She beckoned for him to come closer, and look over her shoulder. She turned a few pages, then showed him the content of a specific page.

"These are all the ideas I have for different hairstyles." She explained, then pointed to a couple of the concepts in particular. "These are my favourites, I think. Which one do you think would look best?"

Ezra looked at the drawings. One of them was purple, with two pigtails at back. Another was pink, with a half-shaved design. He imagined what both would look like on her.

"You would look great with either, really."

Even in her sick state, he still thought she was very pretty.

"Well, I can't really try them out anymore." Sabine said with a sigh. "But it's nice to think about."

She let go of the sketchbook, letting Ezra have a closer look at her hobbies. Previously the contents to her sketchbook was for her to look at and her alone. But as she began to feel more isolated, she found herself growing more desperate to express herself and to share her interests with others...it was really all she could do now. She exhausted many of her topics to talk about with Zeb, so it was nice to do this with Ezra instead.

Ezra's face was amused as he flicked through the pages. The blank white had been filled with so many colours, drawings executed so well. He could really feel Sabine's soul leaping off these pages. This was her, at the core.

"You're so good at this..." He chuckled.

It did her good to see someone smile at her work.

"I can still use my hands, thankfully."

She raised her hands and wriggled her fingertips at him. And he continued reading, entertaining himself. When he turned a page, however, he saw that there was a note inside. He just naturally read through it as he did the previous stuff, but what he read made his heart sink to the deepest trenches of his being.

Mother,

If you're reading this, I'm probably dead. Sorry, hope that wasn't too much of a bombshell to drop on you...or maybe you're glad I won't be around to stain our family name anymore. Things between us haven't been clear to me since leaving home, but I wanted to share some words in case you're even a little bit longing to know how your little bean is doing.

I guess I should start with skimming over what I've done all these years, after I ran away...since you all haven't tried to find or contact me. Well, I had a brief time as a bounty hunter, with Ketsu. You remember her, I'm sure. The girl that used to paint with me? Well it turns out friendship doesn't much in that particular occupation, because we parted on pretty bad terms. Left for dead levels of bad. But since then, I got all involved with The Rebellion...dangerous life, kinda my way of putting things right for what I did.

Which I guess I should talk about. What I did. We didn't exactly get a chance to talk since The Empire deployed my weapon on our people. I want you to know that I never meant for any of it to happen. I also want you to know that I ran away because I wanted to stop hurting you all, not because I was trying to avoid the consequences of what I've done. I thought about coming back a few times, but I was scared. What would everyone think of me? What would my clan think of me? What would my mother think of me?

So I guess that's why I'm writing this. To help you shape my side of things. It sucks we can't discuss it in person...let's say that karma has finally caught up with me. Depending on how much you believe in what I've said, you'll see it as a tradgedy, or even justice.

Maybe when we're all together in Manda, I'll know for sure.

Your daughter,

Sabine.

This was a huge shock to him. Not only was this the reveal of Sabine having living family, but also that she was expecting to die. He couldn't bare her having that line of thought. Ezra lowered the sketchbook, and looked at Sabine. She was resting her eyes again.

"S-Sabine?" He questioned. "What is this?"

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She realised he had read her note, and he was evidently a bit upset from doing so.

"Oh kriff, I forgot that was there..." She said quietly.

"Sabine..." He said her name again. "Why did you write this? You're not going to die..."

Sabine truly wanted to believe that. But she looked at this with a realistic perspective. Her body was broken...and she was hanging out with an insurgent crowd. That didn't exactly speak much for her future, or even her longevity.

"We all die, Ezra." She told him.

"I know. But you're not going anytime soon."

"C'mon Ezra, look at me..."

She glanced down at herself. She couldn't feel anything below the waist, she was hooked up to life support. Even if she lived, what sort of life was this?

"Not something I want."

And it was burdening to her friends, to the whole of Phoenix Sqaudron. From what Zeb told her, her condition was not good for anyone. Resources were being dedicated to her, a crippled girl who will never walk again...at least not with the technology The Rebellion had access to. Sabine was a Mandalorian, a warrior. She was but one warrior of The Rebellion, and it wasn't right for her to be such a hassle.

"You're going to be fine, Sabine." Ezra promised, holding her shoulder gently. "We're all taking care of you."

It was supposed to make her feel better, but it actually made her feel worse. Sabine didn't want to be so dependant on others, not to this extent. She looked at him with a clearly upset face.

"Sabine, really it's not a problem. We all-"

"I'm not stupid, I know how hard this is on everyone..." She interrupted him, eyes swelling up and voice choking. "You all have to look after me like I'm some overgrown baby."

Her condition of impairment was much worse than Kanan's.

"I know all these drugs pumped into me is coming from Hera..." She went on, glancing at the tubes attached her arm. "It must be hard getting them, it's putting pressure on everyone. Ezra, she doesn't deserve this...none of you deserve this..."

"You're worth it, Sabine." Ezra assured her. "You're worth doing all this for."

She shook her head.

"This life isn't worth it." She said decisively. "And I've had enough of it."

He gave her a surprised look.

"Sabine...w-what are you asking me to do?" He asked hopelessly.

She controlled her emotions, swallowed them up. Then looked at him clearly. She couldn't dare bring herself to ask this of the others.

"The machine I'm hooked up to...I want you to turn it off."

Ezra's head suddenly began swimming with emotions and thoughts. But there was one thing clear to him: Sabine was asking him to let her die. And that request lay heavily on his shoulders.

"Sabine...I can't..." He whispered.

"You don't know what it's like, Ezra." She said, resting her head back. "I have to be fed, I have to be cleaned. I can't do anything on my own..."

It was a way of life that she found very difficult to swallow. And if this is what she was going to be fated with, she'd rather die. She'd rather be free from this pain.

"Are you in much pain...?" He asked tentatively.

"It's not too bad most the time, thanks to the drugs." She admitted. "But it doesn't matter, this isn't life to me. I want it to end...I want to be free."

Ezra absolutely refused to accept letting her go.

"We can help you someday." He told her, trying to make her see light at the end of the tunnel. "One day, we can get you proper help. You won't be like this forever!"

"If anyone from the other squads was in my position...they'd be left to pass. I don't want special treatment, I don't want to be a drain on everything here."

"You're not a drain on anyone, Sabine!" Ezra spoke up a bit, getting a bit closer. "I'd do anything for you. WE would do anything for you!"

He found himself taking one of her hands, holding her firmly. Sabine and Ezra looked at each other in a drawn silence.

"You would do anything for me?" She said quietly. "Then let me go."

He still didn't look swayed.

"Who would honestly be willing to go that far with helping me?" She wondered. "I'm not the centre of the Galaxy, Ezra. I'm just one person...who would do all that for me?"

Looking into his eyes, it seemed she already received his answer before he even opened his mouth.

"I would." He told her, firmly.

His grip on her hand tightened a bit. This wasn't news to her...in a way, she already knew.

"I know..." She nodded, choking up a bit again. "But that's why you have to let me go...The Rebellion needs you. The fight to The Empire is where you're needed, not the side of my deathbed."

She brought her other hand around, and placed it over his.

"I'm just one story in a bundle of trillions." She whispered with a weak smile. "And I don't want to dictate yours. You're my best friend, Ezra. I want you to be the one to end mine."

His face was trembling now. He could see that she really wanted this. And she did make a good case, he couldn't imagine being in her position. Even worse when you have to ask to be left to die. Would death truly free her?

"I...I dunno if I can..." He said with difficulty, his breathing becoming unsteady.

"For me, you can." She motivated. "And Ezra?"

He brought himself to look up at her. She could see his watery blue eyes.

"That note, give it to my family someday." She requested softly. "Tomorrow, next month...next year. Whenever it works for you."

Ezra took a deep breath to calm himself. It seemed Sabine set him on a path that he couldn't stop now. He wanted nothing more for her than to be happy, but it was clear to him that living brought her great unhappiness...he slowly began to accept her logic, like swallowing a big, nasty pill.

With great difficulty, he nodded.

"I promise." He whispered.

And so it was sealed. She gave him a sweet smile.

"Thank you." She turned her head and closed her eyes. "I know this is difficult, but I want you to know that you were the greatest friend when I needed it most."

She comfortable now.

"I'm ready." She announced.

Hearing that nearly made Ezra explode into tears. This responsibility was weighing him down so hard, it was a challenge unlike anything he had faced before. He looked at the life support machine which numbed her pain and kept her alive. Turning it off would mean certain death within minutes.

Something so simple as to turn it off would actually be the hardest thing he ever had to do.

"Okay...I'm doing it..." He told her, and partly himself. "I'm doing it..."

His quivering hand reached up, feeling like it was being chained down by heavy weights. He took him a while to do it, but he soon felt his fingers touch the switch. And with some effort, he felt the machine turn off, with an accompanying sigh by Sabine.

The dying girl felt her life fading now, the moment the life support was turned off. Her wheezy breathing slowed. Her face looked so peaceful...it was clear that this was what she wanted. She was going to be free, soon. From all the pain she was subjected to in this world.

"Ezra..." She began weakly.

Ezra quickly calmed his emotions, and scooted really close so he could hear her.

"Yes, Sabine?"

"Kanan...tell him he shouldn't blame himself." She said. "And get him to move on...he needs to move on, don't let him do what I did. Will you do that, for me?"

He gave her a slow nod, a tear dropped from his face and fell on her.

"I would do anything for you, Sabine."

She smiled, and reached her hand out to touch his face.

"I know you would."

Sabine brought him close, and kissed him. A delicate locking of their lips. Ezra rested his hand over hers as they shared what would be their final moment. Soon, he felt the strength in her hold give out. The kiss lasted until her final breath.

And then Ezra was alone.

Ezra walked around the edges to the Rebel base, along the sensor markers. His hands were in his pockets, and his face was glum. His footsteps were heavy.

"It's been a whole day since I lost her." He thought. "And yet, it feels like nothing has changed."

The Rebellion was as it always was, here. The sad thing was, Sabine's death did little in impact outside the circle of The Spectres. Ezra believed it would be huge, the end of the world, that things would never be the same without her...that's certainly what it felt like in the immediate effect. But he had to remember what he was told.

"One story, in a bundle of trillions."

He stopped when he found himself looking down at a small memorial. It was just a stick out of the freshly dug-up ground, with a colourful Mandalorian helmet hanging from it. There were many things like this around the base, causalities were common here within The Rebellion. But Ezra now knew what it felt like to be so close to one of those who were lost. He thought, perhaps, he'd bit a bit used to the feeling of loss considering the fate of his parents. But Sabine's death honestly hurt more than his parents did...his parents were gone for a majority of his life when he learned their fate. This was fresh, this was new.

And it hurt to know who exactly was lost. Someone so amazing, so captivating...and he wouldn't get to enjoy her presence anymore. She wouldn't be around to tell him that she wanted to be alone, no one left for him to crush on, the blank spaces aboard The Ghost would remain blank...her empty cabin would probably get offered to him if he got tired of sharing a room with Zeb...but Ezra didn't know if he'd ever want to disturb what would become, to him, the museum of Sabine Wren.

He truly felt alone, now. Sabine was the only other teenager he knew here. And now she was gone. It was only their very last moments together did they share something so special.

"You were too good for this Galaxy..."

He found a rock to sit on, and looked out to the barren plains. He knew that he was going to get very accustomed to coming here, right at this very spot near her grave. He stayed where he was, just thinking.

"It's not fair..." He whispered. "You deserved so much better..."

He felt a presence approach him.

"Nothing in this Galaxy is fair, Ezra."

He saw Sabine sat down beside him. Her armour was purple, her hair was a pretty pink. She looked so healthy, so strong.

So beautiful.

"I know. But you were a beacon of hope to me." He went on. "No one displays the spirit of Rebellion like you did."

Ezra was certain that losing Sabine wasn't like losing some pilot. She was much more to The Rebellion. This marks a dark day for everyone.

"It's up to you to pick up where I left of." She told him. "It's up to all of you. We all make sacrifices in this fight..."

He nodded, and he felt a single tear fall down his cheek.

"Yours hurt the most..." He barely managed to say.

"I know you'll make me proud, Ezra." She said. "And when you feel like hope isn't enough, just remember me."

"I'll never forget you."

She looked at him, and he saw her give a smile. A smile that would be immortalised in his brain.

"I know you won't."

Sabine stood up from the rock. Ezra watched her walk ahead, and take her helmet from the grave. She looked at him over her shoulder and gave him a small salute before slipping her helmet on, and walking forward. He just looked on. Watched her walk past the sensor markers, and into the plain wilderness...away from him, away from all the pain...away from everything. Her figure got smaller as she kept walking in a straight line...and he didn't remove his eyes from her.

He just kept watching her as she left everything behind, and went into the unknown. He felt the distance get longer and longer.

"Ezra."

The voice got his attention. He looked to his side, and saw Kanan standing a small way from him. The Jedi was saddened, just like him. He never got to take Ezra's advice very far, because it was too late by the time he made his way to the Medical Bay. But Ezra told him everything that he promised he would to Sabine, about how she didn't blame him for what happened...about how he had to move on from his hermit phase.

Kanan realised that Sabine didn't want him making the same mistake that she did, by shutting himself away from his friends. From his family.

"Kanan." Ezra greeted him quietly, looking back to the wilderness.

The Jedi approached his padawan.

"Are you alright?" He asked tentatively.

Ezra wiped his face, and his mouth trembled.

"She was right here, Kanan..." He whispered. "And now I've lost her forever. We've lost her forever."

"Remember what I told you?" Kanan said. "About your parents? Sabine will live on inside you...and inside me."

She was his friend, too.

Kanan didn't come here just to check on Ezra, however. There were things he needed to say.

"I've been thinking about what you said. And about what Sabine wanted me to know."

"Yeah, about how she didn't blame you for what happened." Ezra nodded.

"Yes. I know it might not be what you want to hear right now..." Kanan began to tell him. "But I know I was wrong."

Ezra looked at his master, his face clearly a bit pained.

"Things have just been so difficult, and you weren't making them any easier..."

Kanan nodded understandingly. It was clear to him that, if there's anything he could take from Sabine now, it's that isolating himself didn't help anyone.

"I know." He said. "And it's over now. I'm going to be there, every step of the way moving forward."

Ezra grew a sympathetic towards Kanan, now. It was true, things couldn't be strained between them. Especially now, they all had to be together in this.

"I never blamed you for what happened on Malachor, Ezra."

With that, Ezra felt a small amount of relief. Sabine passed such a thing to Kanan, and now Kanan to Ezra. Since Malachor, he always believed it had been his fault for Kanan being blinded. It was...good, to hear him say things were not that way.

"Thank you, master." He whispered.

Kanan felt the cold chill of the air, indicating it was starting to get dark.

"C'mon, let's go back." He suggested to his padawan. "We've got plenty of catching up to."

Ezra was hesitant to leave this place, but he stood up. He followed his master as they began heading back to the rebel base, probably the most conjoined thing they did since Malachor. If there was one thing Sabine left in them all, it was that they all had to stick together, and not make the mistake she made in life.

Ezra wondered if she truly would live on in himself, as Kanan told him she and his parents would.

He turned around to look at the wilderness again. Still, Sabine's figure was walking away deeper into the plains. The Krykna spiders that roamed ignored her presence, like she was an untouchable being. This beacon of light in the darkness. And her light was fading as she got further apart from him.

"Goodbye, Sabine..."

He hoped, somehow, that she would be able to see all her friends going forward. And every day, he would miss her terribly.

But wherever she was, he knew she was free.