Six months.

It's been six months since Ezra has been captured and tortured, both physically and mentally, in an attempt to turn him to the dark side.

Six. Fucking. Moths.

Ezra sighed shakily and turned over on the metal cot connected to the wall. He winced as the still healing ribs made contact with it and willed himself to keep his eyes open. God, he was so tired. He hadn't slept in three days. But it was better than watching everyone he ever cared about die, over and over again, either at his or somebody else's hands.

His thoughts returned to how long he's been here. Six months. He would never admit it, but he's been starting to lose hope.

Ezra shook his dead. Don't.

He remembered his first six months on the streets. Lothal's climate has never been extreme and it was rarely cold. But that year, the first year Ezra was on the streets, was cold. Maybe it was just the fact that Ezra wasn't used it, but even then, the temperature was record-breaking. He spent the nights huddled in a ball, hugging his knees to his chest in some random alley, desperately trying to stay at least a little warm. The days he spent by trying to get food, which, well, was anything but easy. Those six months had been hell for him.

Heh. That was nothing compared to these six months.

He shuddered from the cold in the cell. It obviously wasn't as cold as back then, or even as the time when he first felt the dark side, but the cold air hurt his sore throat and stung his open wounds.

Ugh, screw this. The 14-year-old was too tired to stay awake any longer.He tried to make himself as comfortable as he could, which wasn't much, what with his injuries, the small pool of blood slowly but surely expanding under him on the cot, and the smell of blood, sweat, and bile in his nostrils. Not caring anymore about what was to come next, his eyes then slowly slipped shut, and he fell into the blackness once more.

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"I still think this is a bad idea!"

"It's better than nothing. They'll help!"

"I'm not so sure about that!"

"Okay what is your problem?!" Sabine asked, turning away from the open ramp to look at Zeb. The wind stung her cheeks and she lowered her guns, raising her voice even more so she could be heard, "We already went over this. We're obviously not going to be able to get Ezra alone, and this is the best we got. Or do you have any other ideas?" She snapped.

Kanan sighed, "She's right, Zeb. This is the last chance we got. And we're running out of time. It's been six months already, and the link's been quiet for over two weeks now. It took us this long to find them, and we're not going back."

Zeb frowned and nodded.

"Alright, you guys ready? It's time," Hera's voice interrupted them from the intercom. The three looked at each other and nodded before jumping out of the Ghost.

The three soared through the air, Kanan with his hands by his side to fall faster. He used the Force to cushion his landing once he was close to the ground, and immediately turned to cushion the fall of his two teammates.

"Alright. Sabine, it's up to you now. You sure you know what you're doing?" Kanan asked once they recovered.

The Mandalorian nodded.

"And are you sure you're up to it? ...You don't have to do this. We can try to find another way."

Sabine exhaled and nodded again, "Yeah. There's no time to find a different way, anyway. This is the best chance we got.

"Time for a family reunion," she said, walking east.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Zeb said as he followed Sabine and Kanan.

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Ezra opened his eyes to see Kanan leaning over him.

"Ezra? Can you hear me? Are you okay? It's alright, we got you. Come on, let's get you out of here" Kanan said, worry evident in his eyes* as he looked over his injuries and tried to help him up.

Ezra looked at him, bored and unimpressed, "This again?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Kanan asked, putting his hand on the boy's shoulders.

"This is really getting old. Don't know why I was so scared to fall asleep."

"Uh, Specter 1? Is the kid feeling okay?" Ezra heard Zeb's voice somewhere outside the cell.

"Really, I mean come on. Like, yeah, sure, the first few times this was pretty horrible, but it sort of started to lose its spark after the one hundredth time. I mean come on, where's your imagination?" Ezra ranted, throwing his hands up in the air, but then immediately regretting it as pain shot through his whole body.

Kanan shook his head, "Come on," he said, putting Ezra's arm over his shoulders and helping him walk out of the cell.

"Ugh. Sure, I'll play along. I am curious, which is it this time? Am I the one that's going to kill them or is it going to be someone else?" He acted, like it didn't bother him. Like he didn't have constant nightmares about this. Like he barely knew what was real anymore. Like he didn't desperately hold on to that tiny, little bit of hope that this was actually happening, that after all this time, he was finally, finally, being rescued and that this wasn't another illusion created by the goddamn Inquisitor.

"Ezra!" Sabine's voice stopped his thoughts, like a train being stopped by a wall. He shut his eyes tightly. He hated this part.

The Mandalorian ran up to him and hugged him so tightly he was sure she re broke some of his more recently healed ribs. He didn't hug back. Ezra both dreaded and welcomed this part, the joy of seeing Sabine again almost the same as the horribleness of what was to happen next.

The moment lasted only a few seconds, as usual, as the sound of a blaster pierced the air, followed by Sabine's scream.

Ezra shut his eyes tighter, and finally hugged her dying body to make sure she didn't fall. Tears started to fall and mixed with her blood, soakings his black, Imperial jumpsuit.

God, he hated this part so much. He heard shouts around him, as well as more blasts and screams. They were all dead now, including the still warm body of Sabine in his arms. But he didn't care. The bravado he put up at the beginning of this disappeared the moment she appeared and it wasn't coming back.

Everything faded to black once more.

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Ezra gasped, sitting up on and putting his hand over his mouth, breathing hard. He winced and shut his eyes at the pain. He looked around, confused as to where he was at first, before recognizing the dark, grey, and dull walls of the cell. He threw his legs over the bed, careful as to not move too much. He slid down on the ground, his back leaning against the cot for a minute, before crossing his legs as best as he could and straightening his back while closing his eyes.

He was grateful for not being chained to the wall any longer. It, to put it simply, sucked. Meditating was especially hard. But once they realized that he wasn't going to try to escape (How could he, anyway?) they mercifully placed him in a different cell, no chains except the handcuffs this time.

The young padawan tried to contact his master. He's been trying to ever since the bond went silent a few weeks ago. He suspected it was the Inquisitor's doing. No way something happened to Kanan.

He didn't get very far, however, as the oh-so-familiar sound of the door giving a 'whoosh' and opening.

Ezra opened one eye to see the Inquisitor walking towards him and smirked. The 'illusions' didn't do him much good, either. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days. Though, who was Ezra to judge someone's appearance. He was 99.9% sure he looked like hell right now, what with the scratches, bruises, longer hair, and even thinner frame.

The Inquisitor had a smirk of his own playing on his lips, which slightly alarmed the teen.

"I see you are healing quite nicely," he observed, "We might have to fix that."

Ezra's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything.

"So... Seeing as it has now been six months since you have been captured, and you still show defiance, I thought I might give you a little... push, so to speak." He pressed a button on his wrist computer and a screen popped up. Putting his fingers together and then moving them apart in front of it, the screen increased into almost as big a size as the wall. There was a figure, not two figures, huddled together inside a cell similar to the one Ezra was in. They seemed familiar, but Ezra couldn't see their faces so he couldn't be sure.

The Inquisitor grinned, showing his pointy teeth, "Recognize them?" He asked.

On the screen, two stormtroopers walked into the room and towards the figures. They took them apart and handcuffed them, despite shouts of protest and some very colorful words. The two's faces were a bit clearer now. Despite the fuzziness of the screen and the grogginess of Ezra's eyes, he did indeed recognize them and his anger was evident when he did so.

They were his parents.

"What are you going to do with them?" He growled, getting over the shock of seeing them again and the fact that they were alive.

But for how long?

"Nothing, of course. Unless you join us," the Inquisitor replied coolly.

"Ugh, this again? I'm not going to join! Let them go!"

The Inquisitor gave a laugh, "Now where would be the fun in that?"

The screen changed and split into two. The one on the left showed his mother strapped to a table, while the one on the right showed his father in a similar position. There were torture droids, as well as doctors and scientists around them. Ezra recognized most.

Ezra's stomach sank as one person on each screen took an instrument and walked towards his parents.

"Tick-Tock, boy. They don't have much time," He said. The people now slashed across his parents' skin, blood immediately flowing out. They were going deep and slow enough to make it hurt like hell, but not to make it fatal. He wasn't sure how long that would last. Neither of his parents made a sound, but Ezra could see the pain in their eyes as they flinched. His mother let out a small breath.

"All you have to do is say yes," The Grand Inquisitor said before walking out of the room, leaving the screen behind.

And Ezra was left alone to watch his parents be tortured, their own bravado slowly disappearing and their screams soon filling the room.

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Quick and important question: Bo-Katan or Rook Kast?

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Hey, how much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice! Hi, I'm back.

Alright, here goes.

I'm sorry. I don't really have an excuse for not updating for MORE THAN A YEAR so I'm not going to bother you with one. Just know that I'm sorry and that I'll try to update more regularly. I mean ohmygod I wrote this during season 1 wtf

But anyway, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorite..d. Seriously. Thank you guys so much.

I tried to make this as long as possible without doing too much of it, if that makes sense. And, uh, I honestly don't really have any idea when I'll update next. Probably soon not, maybe sometime around January, but well yeah. I barely even know where I'm going with this lol

I wanted to end this on a happy note, and I did at first, but it didn't really feel right and I wanted to upload this so I took it out and just left it at this.

I hope it's at least a bit good.

*Rip Kanan's eyes, Season 1 premiere – Season 2 Finale. They will be missed.

**Okay so I'm still a little... confused as to whether blasters do make you bleed or not, since I'm pretty sure Leia's wound bleeds when she gets shot in Return of the Jedi. I'm just gonna say it does cause why not.