Sassy. Bold. Fearless.
Until you lost everything, Caleb Dume.
Everything you knew.
Everything you were.
But you survived.
Quick-witted to the point of arrogance.
Understanding. Passionate. Brave.
You never knew rest or peace, Hera Syndulla.
Always fighting, always "against".
Conquering every piece of love or happiness.
Even from your father.
But you survived.
Falling, Kanan Jarrus.
Trying to forget yourself at the bottom of an endless drink.
In another bed, with another woman.
Nothing with a sense, anyway.
Or so it seemed.
Spinning, Hera Syndulla.
Outpost after outpost.
Recruiting, never stopping.
Focusing on everything but yourself.
Or so it seemed.
Such an odd couple, these two.
Not formed. Unable to see their true selves, underneath.
Searching.
The womanizer bartender.
And the stubborn rebel.
Such an odd couple, these two.
And then, suddenly, the mirror that both refused to observe, is there, excruciatingly, in front of them.
The truth.
And a choice.
Rebuilding themselves.
Healing.
*Together*.
Honesty, for each problem or incomprehension.
Facing disagreement, loss, pain.
*Together*.
Trust, in each other abilities and skills.
Rising teenager kids.
*Together*.
Kids that were lost, kids that suffered, kids with scars.
Survivors themselves.
Kids that will be guided, with patience, tenderness, and attention, to bloom into an extraordinary leader, a compassionate warrior, and a selfless hero.
Kanan and Hera.
The soul and the heart.
Ultimately, building the most mature, strong, and healthy love partnerships we witnessed in any media.
EVER.
~
I will never find the words to thank Dave Filoni, Carrie Beck, Henry Gilroy, John Jackson Miller, and everyone at @lucasfilm that gave us these two treasures.
In the photo, the absolutely magnificent Kanera pin by @kulturegirlflair and what is probably my favorite page of "A New Dawn" by Miller.
[I will forever miss bartender-Kanan, though].
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