STAR WARS REBELS || Her Wings Of Fire

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Made Of Glass

I shouldn't have come back.

That one simple phrase had been bouncing around Lux's head like a caged animal, jostling everything around and knocking things he had thought were stable over as it tried to find some sort of escape.

As the walker lurched back into motion, inclined ever so slightly to one side to compensate for the weight of the joopa they had captured this morning, Lux sat down on the top of a ladder, resting his arms on the railings beside him. "Too many memories," he whispered, gazing out at the desolate landscape stretching out before him.

He had spoken so quietly that it was hardly more than his lips mouthing the words, but Ezra still heard him. Lux guessed it was just the boy's powerful Jedi senses. "Did you say something?" he asked.

"No."

I still see her everywhere... Even now that she's alive, I can still see her in the way Rex talks about the war. She was a part of him as much as she was a part of me.

Ezra straightened up from where he had been leaning against the railing a little while away, fixating him with his keen blue eyes. "You're lying."

"Maybe I am, but it's nothing you need to concern yourself with, Ezra. What's in the past is... Well, it's best if it stays where it is and doesn't cloud the present."

"What are you talking about?" Sabine gave her short hair, now a bluish-green, a shake, turning towards him.

"Yeah," Ezra said, backing her up. "Teri, you haven't been the same since we ran into that Sith Lord and captured Inquisitor Sorena. What's going on with you?"

Lux looked from one teenager to the other, hoping to find a hint of weakness in their stares that would indicate an opening for him to get out of this situation. But he found none.

It wasn't long before he broke down, sighing. "It brought some old memories to the surface is all," he said, hoping to downplay just how important the matter was to him. "And Rex and Sirius and the boys... Let's just say they brought up a few more. I just can't bring myself to accept that she's..."

Lux trailed off, quickly realizing he had said too much. Now would come the incessant questions about his past, and, eventually, that night on Norolan Plains he had tried so hard to forget. He remembered how inquisitive he had been in his youth, and now that they'd been given reason to believe there was a tale worth being heard locked up in Teri's head, Ezra and Sabine wouldn't let him hear the end of it until he told them what it was.

"Is she the Jedi you were talking about a few days ago?" the boy asked softly. When Lux didn't answer, he spoke again. "She's that Ahsoka person Rex said used to come around, isn't she? Teri... what happened to her?"

Lux looked away, squeezing his eyes shut against the stinging that always came before tears. He had to bite down on his lower lip to keep it from trembling. He took a deep inward breath, wincing when he realized how much it shook.

"I... I don't know anymore. There's so little I remember about the night after it happened except needing to get to her... needing to save her. I still had hope when my brothers-in-arms didn't. But even with that to keep me going, I was too late."

"Too late for what? Teri, you're not making any sense, or–"

Sabine's questions were cut short as the door into the tank slid open. Rex stepped out onto the walkway, with Sirius just behind him.

"I've assembled a list of potential bases and clearance codes, and a few protocols the Imperials still use. Should be of some use," he said, stepping forwards. "They're on our main computer. You're gonna need–"