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[notallofus]

Zeb is still grumbling about having to share his room. The kid is annoyed at having to share a room with Zeb. And Chopper is blaring on about - something. Kanan hasn't been paying much attention. He watches Zeb and the kid badger each other, and Chopper flail his arms around, but he's only half-listening. All of it was probably inevitable, and there's a lot they'll all have to get used to now. And at the moment, he's not sure he has it in him to referee all of this. It's been a very, very long day.

So after another minute or so, Kanan shakes his head, turning out of the galley.

But rather than heading for his own room, he moves toward the bow of the ship. He climbs up into the cockpit, and as he expected, he finds Hera sitting in the pilot's chair, leaning over the controls.

"How does it look?"

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[for_everyone]

Hera moves her hand from Kanan's shoulder to his wrist, holding on with a gentle but inexorable grip.

"Do any of us really know what we're doing? You make the best choice you can, every time it comes up, and deal with the consequences. I know there are more consequences for you, given . . . everything, but. I think you'll be better at this than you might want to believe, if you just give yourself the chance."

[notallofus]

Kanan hesitates, but then turns his wrist to take her hand.

"I hope you're right."

But then, that's usually where his hope is.

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She twines her fingers with his.

"We'll just have to work to make sure I am."

He's not in this alone. None of them are, even when they each have their own trials to face.