Zeb watched Ezra walk into the room. He sat on his top bunk and brushed his sweaty bangs.
"Trainin' hard today?" He asked the teen.
"Yes, I guess."
"So.... ya fancy tellin' me about any of it?"
This seemed to brighten Ezra up.
"Really?" He said not conviced.
"Sure, I wouldn' mind much" he shrugged and leaned against the wall.
"Well first," he scratched the back of his head," Rex taught me how to use reverse psychology. Then how to blast the space waffles out of a bucket head. Took me awhile to get the hang of the first one."
"The key to reverse psychology is to have a little sanity" Zeb teased
"Then I guess you couldn't do it." Ezra retored.
"Why you little-"
"Sorry gotta train with Kanan, then Hera's gonna teach me how to fly the ghost. Full plate no time for messing around." He yelled as he left his room.
*
"Hey Kanan, I'm here." He said without breath because he ran a mile to get to Kanan.
They were on the flat plauto of Lothal.
"Okay, Ezra today you will learn about how the force may have been carried down to you...For about a hour then Hera wants you for pilot knows what."
"I already know-"
Then Kanan started a very VERY boring lecture. "You may have had a grandfather who was force sensitive. It couldn't of been your parents because they lived in the empire."
"It was my parents, they ran away from jedi, because of me."
"Oh, then why did you make me talk for that hour!" Kanan yelled.
"Oh I feel asleep about quarter way through. Was I supposed to listen...Well Hera needs me bye...." He said as he ran away.
*
"It was wondering if you forgot." Hera said still looking at the controls.
"Lesson....Rex Zeb kanan...here now." He tried to explain as he was out of breath again. He looked very tired and bored.
"Alright...." she started show him levers and buttons but Ezra fell asleep....again.
She looked over and decided to leave him there.
Ezra, meanwhile, was dreaming. Not a dark vision but a light vision.
Kanan's emerald eyes. He heard Kanan's voice. "You have to be optimistic.." His voice repeated.
His eyes opened slowly. "S-sorry Hera..." he said.
"It's fine Ezra, you didn't look to got when you came in. Any chance you've been wring yourself to hard."
"I-I..." he stuttered, "
