Now it is the time for her point of view on this very tall, flirty, handsome "almost Jedi", who will end up loving her more than his own life.
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Kanan had gravitated toward a dangerous calling on Gorse, because to him it wasn’t dangerous. And it was a solitary trade, so he secretly could call on his prodigious talents if danger struck. She suspected that described all the odd jobs he’d taken on in his life. It was the strategy of someone trained in a certain discipline, and yet forbidden from practicing it.
That, his nomadic nature, and his lack of family ties all added up.
Kanan probably wasn’t yet a Jedi when the massacre came. She doubted he even had a lightsaber—all he had in the galaxy was one bag of clothing, and if he’d hidden it in there, she would never go looking for it. Hera wondered how young Jedi became apprenticed. She didn’t know, and such information was harder to come by now than just about anything else.
Where had he been, when the great betrayal had happened? Who had he been with? Had someone warned him?
And did that someone yet exist?
Kanan might tell her, someday. Or he might not. She was all right with that.
The Emperor had disenfranchised souls across the galaxy, people from all walks of life. A reluctant near-Jedi was just one more of their countless number. Many people would be required for a rebellion to work, all contributing their unique talents. All would be equally important, in their own ways.
He obviously liked her starship, she could see as he walked around it. That was good.
He was also smitten with her, she could tell—and she was all right with that, too.
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