Bathed in blue light, Hera watches the Jedi Master -- because that's what he calls himself -- wondering in an absent corner of her mind if Kanan knew him, what he was like, what they were all like --

And what it felt like to have that all ripped away, gone beyond recalling.

"- not return to the Temple. That time has passed, and our future is uncertain. We will each -"

"This is what saved you?"

Hera keeps her voice quiet, something about the holocron, the message from the probably-dead Jedi, Kanan's own obvious lack of comfort, calls for it.