He's not sure how long he lies there. He's not sure who he is for a long time either. Distant words and conversation ebb and flow around him. That provides some sense of safety, of time. Three days, three months, three years, three decades, it could be any of those. The language, the very personable language, affects the shape he remembers. When slowly that shape reforms, still, he sees nothing. He's enclosed in a small space, soft and watery and—
Perhaps a bacta tank?
When it feels ready, when it feels right in the Force, he presses his hands above him and pulls the warm tank-like container open. Someone helps him out, but even when his eyes open, he sees nothing with them directly. Instead he senses the people and their presences and to some degree their emotions the way he did from within. That's fine, he senses. That's what he expected.
He sits with others, breaking bread and eating soup. He still doesn't know his name, but it will come in time, he's certain.
Remember Remember (Winter Mournings)
With the difficulties remembering who he is, the slow return to himself, someone suggests a local tradition—Winter Mournings. The memories he visits may or may not be his, but they may help him remember who he is. He finds a place on the boardwalk to sit, out in the cold but not too cold. Focusing his mind comes naturally, and he holds onto the antler and meditates.
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Believe in the Force (Wait for Me) [Closed to Ezra Bridger]
When Kanan hears a voice in his head, a familiar one for all it sounds like nothing more than a ghost, he recognizes it. He follows his way through a city he does not know, trusting in the Force to lead him where he needs to go. The people around him—but not him, he checks in with himself—worry over concerns he does not know. The sentiment is a familiar one to him from many peoples living under the watch of the Empire. One step at a time. He's here for a reason. He believes that.
What his fingers find, when he's in the place the voice wails from in the Force, is stone. Statue. He traces the shape of the statues face and focuses, almost frowning. He could well believe Ezra leads a life that has people building a statue of him, but this stone statue feels alive. It feels like Ezra in the Force.
"I'm sorry I had to leave you," Kanan says. The apology is real. The explanation he hopes Ezra understands by now. They go where the Force leads them.
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