A kind of drabble again. Post-Season 2. Enjoy!
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"Ezra..." Kanan held the other close. "What's wrong?"
"I... Maul... h-he... he..." Ezra sobbed, cuddling up the Jedi shakily. "He killed her. He killed them. Every single one of them. I... I know that they're the bad guys, but I... I couldn't. I COULD NOT kill them! But HE did! Right in... Right in front of me..."
"Shh..." Kanan stroked his lover's hair, the Force guiding him to it as he pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Shh, it's okay. I know how hard it is to see someone die right in front of you, even if they were your enemies,"
"I heard her SCREAM!" Ezra cried out. "She SCREAMED SO LOUD before she was KILLED! SLICED DOWN!"
Kanan frowned and sighed. "Oh, Ezra..." He cupped his cheek and gave it a small peck. "I know... I know... just let it out..."
The poor innocent teen cuddled up to the other, pouring his heart out as he trembled.
There had been so much death. Death that the boy will never be prepared for.
Neither would he unsee.
