He's gone
He's gone star wars rebels stories

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Ezra is mourning Kanan's death, and a helping hand arrives to soothe him through the process.

He's gone

Ezra had been locked up in his room for days now, refusing to go out no matter how much his friends insisted he should.

His mentor was gone. Kanan was dead, and he no longer speak to him, find his advice. He was gone for good, and they'd never talk again.

He was sobbing quietly, sitting on his bed, when the door opened. Ezra didn't even look up: He just wanted whoever was stepping inside to leave and hoped that ignoring them would do the trick.

"Ezra" It was Hera's voice, but Ezra still didn't look up. "Ezra, you need to come out. Eat something, be with us. We are worried about you"

"He's gone, Hera" He finally spoke, feeling his throat sore and his tongue stiff.

"I know," She replied, whispering almost quietly. "I miss him too."

Ezra slowly gazed up, seeing the pain across the Twilek's face. She had been his partner, and was pregnant with his child... of course, Hera missed him too.

He wanted to say something comforting, but he was too hurt to think coherently. He lowered his head instead and sobbed again, shaking his head.

"It's not fair."

Hera sat by his side and gently hugged him, with Ezra immediately clinging to her as well.

"I know... Death's never fair. But you know he's still here, around us. He's joined the Force; he'll never be fully gone."

Ezra nodded slowly, reluctantly letting go of Hera's sweet embrace and stood up, with wobbly legs.

"Let's go... I think I have wallowed in self-pity for long enough."

Hera sighed in relief and nodded, standing up and talking Ezra's hand.

"We're all in this together, Ezra. We'll get through it."

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