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Where are they taking me? I don't know. Yet... they seem so familiar. I remember their faces. Only briefly though. So faint. Like a ghost. Everyone seems so awkward with me. I see a figure in black cloak walking beside the old man. I've seen it before. He's calling to me.

"Ezra. It's me Kanan." The blind man says.

"I don't remember your name." I say.

"What do you remember?" Kanan asks me.

"I... bright lights. A man with horns. A black figure." I answer.

Kanan turns to the old man. His eyes narrow.

"Who am I?" I ask Kanan.

He puts his hand on my shoulder.

"A Jedi." He says.

"But what is a Jedi?" I ask.

"A warrior of the Force." The old man walks forward.

"I don't even really know what it is." I say.

"It is not a matter of knowing what it is. It is a matter of feeling what it is." He says.

"I... I don't follow." I shrug. 

I feel like I'm disappointing them. I'm disappointing myself. I grip my arms. I don't even feel like I know myself. 

"Hey... don't worry Ezra. We'll help you." Kanan says.

"Alright...master." I nod.


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