The holocron hangs in the air, spinning gently, blue light still shining from within it.

Kanan looks to Hera, his hand still around hers.

"I think that's -"

He lets out a breath, trying and failing to think of a better word. "- something. Something I know of the Force."

He'd still known it practically, when he'd needed it. But belief, faith - that was something else.