"To who?"

There's a surprising force behind those words. Maybe even Kanan wasn't aware he was still so . . . angry. About all of it.

"The people that gloried in seeing us dead? The people who consider the Jedi just one more example of a lost religion? They people who would turn me in right now, if they could?"

Then he flinches, looking away.

"No, I'm sorry. I -- I know. Just . . . it's hard to feel, after looking at that mausoleum. Or rather, that mockery of one."