[...]I'm falling into darkness

Why must I fight to stay alive?

Heroes fallen- Creeping in my soul by Cryoshell

Ezra was sitting in a fetal position on his bunk. Under him, Zeb was snoring. The boy didn't pay any attention on it. To his mind didn't come any external stimuli.

Pathetic brat.

Shut up.

You know I'm right, little boy. You are nothing. Your so called "friends" don't want you here.

S-shut up.

Oh, you poor thing. You will cry and call mommy? Oh, I'm sorry, she's dead, isn't she?

Shut up!

Laugh was the answer. Ezra covered his ears. He didn't want to hear anything. It started a week ago. And it didn't want to end. Young Padawan couldn't sleep. Nightmares were worse.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" asked Zeb at breakfast. Ezra was pale and had dark circles under his eyes and vacant stare. He was picking his fork in the meal.

"I'm fine" the boy said. Zeb cocked his head. Kid smelled like ill one.

"Don't fool me" snapped Lasat "You look like a real specter"

"Good morning, guys!" Sabine came into the room with hair dyed on dark purple with gold tips. She also had a make up- thing rather rare "Ezra, everything's all right?"

"I'm trying to find out" said Zeb "Ezra, you know that you can tell us. We're a team, aren't we?"

"Yeah, sure" Ezra looked away. Sabine put a hand on the boy's shoulder. She really worried about Kanan's Padawan. He was like a little brother for her.

"Something has happened?" Kanan entered to the dining room "You are so... depressed"

"It's about kid" Zeb said "He's sick or something"

"I'm fine, I told you!" Ezra got up from the table and left. Kanan followed him to corridor.

"Ezra, what the hell is going on with you?" Jedi grabbed his Padawan's arm "We are trying to help you, don't you see?"

"I don't need help, Master" Ezra growled. In his voice there was something... dark. Kanan withdrew his hand. He did not like it. He let the boy go.

What the hell is going on?, he asked himself. It was very suspicious, and on top, his sixth sense was freaking out. We must keep eyes at him.

Inquisitor rubbed his forehead and swallowed the pills for a headache. Tricks on the mind have always been very difficult for him. But he was close to his target. Soon, he'll open boy's eyes and teach him the right path of Force.

"Inquisitor?" Agent Kallus entered the room of his partner, "Are you okay? Recently you are... strange"

"What do you mean?" migraine began to return. Inquisitor hissed in pain.

"This case absorbs you more than anyone. Why do you care about this street brat?"

"Padawans is a rare specimen these days. We are like a zoo, and we must take care of this endangered specie," Inquisitor smiled uncomfortably. Kallus also smirked.