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I light my saber. I look around. There's darkness. There's nothing around me. Is this the way to the other half of the map I seek? As I walk... I see me. My memories. I see myself with them. As they found me. What is this? Some kind of vision.

"Have you forgotten who you are?" A voice says.

I turn. Ezra walks out of the shadows.

"Have you forgotten what they did to us?" I ask.

"No." He shakes his head.

"You know what I have come for. Where is the map?" I ask.

"Is that the only reason you have come?" He asks.

"It's not to listen to an illusion." I hiss.

"An Illusion is that what you think I am?" He asks.

"You're not real. I killed you." I say.

"Did you?" He asks.

"Why do you twist my words?" I ask.

"I'm simply looking at a new perspective." He says.

"Since when does Ezra Bridger sound so much like Obi-Wan Kenobi?" I ask.

"It's not easy. Kanan not us well." He says.

"Kanan? Really?" I ask.

"You need to stop this. I know you're angry but-" He says.

"They abandoned us! They turned me into this!" I rip off my mask.

"Was it really their fault?" He says.

"Yes!" I yell.

"Did you not deactivate the ship's gravitational stabilizer?" He asks.

I draw back.

"...Yes..." I nod.

"Did you not destroy the controllers?" He asks.

"...Yes." I say.

"So, who's fault really, was it?" He asks.

I look down. I grip my hands. I shoot one out. I push him back with the force.

"Give me the map." I hiss.

"Never. Unless you prove who you really are." He lights his saber.


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