Darth Minar

Chapter 19

As Kanan and Zeb raced into the room, their hearts each skipped a beat. Ezra sat up in his bed; staring forward with an empty look in his eyes. Hera sat next to him on the bed, tears steadily falling from her eyes as one of the medics seemed to be looking him over. Rex had since left the room so only the medic, Hera, and Sabine remained. Sabine was crouched in the corner; a similar dead expression on her face other than a slight twitch on her lip. She was trying not to cry, but her eyes seemed watered over. Zeb ran over to her to ask what was going on, but she just shook her head. Kanan couldn't see anything, but the tension in the room was unexpected for someone who'd just come back to life. There was a high level of anxiety, Kanan sensed, but also a somber realization. Nothing in life was easy.

He'd left his visor in his room, and, honestly, intended to never wear it again. He'd been hiding the truth for far too long. His loss of vision had started this mess, and he wanted to be the one to finish it. He approached Hera soundlessly and she jumped at his touch, but softened when she saw him face.

"What's wrong, Hera? From what Zeb told me there should be celebration." Kanan said, his hand resting on her shoulder. He glanced over at his apprentice; and though he couldn't see what Hera could see, he knew why she was in tears.

His force signature was small, nearly gone. He didn't sense happiness, pain, sadness, loss, confusion, anger, satisfaction, life. He could barely get a reading on him, granted that's better than no read at all. Hera put her hand over Kanan's and he could sense a small, pained smile.

"Ezra's alive, and that's what matters." She said vaguely. Kanan loosen his already loose grip and lowered his head. He could sense her sadness and relief, her unwillingness to share his condition was obvious. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hera?" He asked.

"He's-he's," she choked on her words. "He's awake, and living, and here. And I'm glad that he's back, I'm so glad." She spoke with an undertone of grief, which made Kanan even more confused.

"The medics looked him over, and said sometime between when he passed out and we saved him we lost him. His personality, thoughts, memories; they're all gone. He's pretty much a body without a soul." She spoke, her voice cracking as she caressed Kanan's hand.

"That's why I couldn't sense his force signature." Kanan spoke with no emotion. He felt the same way Hera did, and he wished to see. He knew who could help him see.

"Hera, I'll be right back. I'm not going to leave you again, I promise. I just need to see, and I have to use the Force to do that. He squeezed her hand before walking to the furthest corner of the room. He sat with his legs tucked underneath him, the best meditative position. It would've been stronger if he were at a temple, or at least surrounded by other Jedi...but this would just have to do.

"Your conflict, I understand." His voice came before all else, and his body soon followed. Master Yoda, seated in front of him. He couldn't see him, but he knew he was there. "You need, what is it?" Kanan sucked in a cold breath before replying.

"I wish to see, Master Yoda. I want to see my apprentice, to comfort my family, to help Ezra." Kanan spoke clearly, his intentions clear, but he could sense the hesitation in Yoda.

"A tricky thing, the physical things are. Vision, touch, taste. Not intervene with the physical, the Force does." Yoda spoke sadly. "Help you, I cannot."

And then Yoda disappeared, without a word, without a warning. Kanan slumped into the wall in defeat. He wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep.