Kanan's still smiling slightly, thinking of Hera. There's a soft hurt too, to be separated, with all that they'd been through and all they could have gone through together. Kanan still doesn't know how the Rebellion goes. That's not the point of this visit. It's in other people's hands.

"You don't need a Jedi temple to be a Jedi, Ezra," Kanan says, "Only somewhere sacred, somewhere special, to you and to your home." Trench. This place. Kanan might be able to find places that fit if he tried, but Ezra's been here. Kanan trusts his judgment.

"Got anywhere for me?"