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There's tension on the Ghost. Kanan isn't sure if Hera's contributing to it at all, or if it's just him and his awareness of how colossally he messed up. Letting Zeb bet Chopper was bad enough, but Calrissian sold Hera as the end consequence of Kanan's bad deal-making and it just --

He's not even sure it's something that can be fixed. (Should it be fixed? It is a truly epic fuckup.)

But since avoiding Hera's only going to make it worse, he makes his way to the cockpit once they've landed again, and he won't distract her from piloting.

"So, uh -- "

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“It isn’t,” Kanan and agrees, “because all of this was in place long before the Empire, I know. It’s one of the things the Order should have been ashamed of, and weren’t. They failed you, and a lot of other people, besides. But if we can take down the Empire, build something better — the slavers will have fewer places to run, fewer places to hide, and with a government that gives a damn . . . “

It’s something to hope for, but it’s not a certainty.

“That’s what I think, anyway. It’s part of why I’m here.”

After a few seconds, Hera nods.

"All right," she murmurs. "This - this is helping."

“All right,” Kanan echoes. He’s not about to start second-guessing her statement, but he’s also not sure where to go from here.

“That’s . . . good.”

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She flicks a glance at him, a little longer this time.

"Most people - if they don't think the Hutts and the Zygerrians had the right idea - pity us. Feel sorry for us."

Poor Twi'leks and their savage planet. "No one takes responsibility for it."

“Taking responsibility would mean admitting they could help change it. Every little bit . . . And no one wants to stick their neck out like that. But pity — not in a million years, Hera.”

She’s amazing! Uh. Twi’leks are amazing!

“Not just because Master Secura would find a way to come back from the dead and kick my ass, either.”

But a little bit that, probably. Hero-worship never really dies.

Hera lets out a breath, her stance (and her lekku) relaxing slightly.

Still, she says, "Don't put me in that position again, Kanan."

“I won’t, Hera. I promise.”

Kanan doesn’t look away from her at all, because it’s a promise, and because he intends to keep it, come Imperial hell and high water.

“Never.”

"And apologize to Chopper."

She looks back to him, keeping her eyes on him now. "I wasn't the only member of this crew sold today."

Kanan winces, shoulders hunching at that palpable hit.

“Right away, Hera. I was way out of line.”

Just as she'd thought, it doesn't make her feel better to see him wince. But she owed Chopper that.

More quietly, "It's not just an old fear, Kanan. It's my worst fear. Do you understand that?"

“I do understand that,” Kanan says, just as quietly. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

And when he reopens them —

“I won’t make that mistake again — or any one like it.”

Hera believes him.

But they've also come this far. Maybe it's better to make things as plain as possible.

"It's like the Empire." She still watches him as she speaks. "I may die under a slaver's hand. But I won't live under it."

Kanan looks back at her, gaze level and open. Some things you don’t flinch from.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

"Then I'll trust you to make sure it doesn't come to that."

She does look away now, shifting forward, to lean on the pilot's chair, as though finally setting down a weight she'd been carrying.

“I won’t let you down.”

He’ll burn himself out entirely, first. Though hopefully it will never come down to that.

"I believe you."

Hera takes a deep breath, and pushes herself back up, straightening from the chair and taking a step toward him.

"We're all going to make mistakes. And sometimes one with - unthinkable consequences."

She hesitates a moment, but then reaches out, and puts her hand on his shoulder. "Just don't make this one again."

"I won't," he says, looking up at her. Carefully, he reaches up his hand to rest it over hers.

"I swear."

She waits a few second before pulling her hand away.

"Then I'll go with you when you talk to Chopper."

Because that way is a lot less likely to end with Chopper's shock prod coming out.

The sweep of relief over Kanan is sweet, and still tinged a little with guilt.

"Would you? Thanks."

Even if Kanan feels like he probably deserves a judicious prod or two, that doesn't mean he's looking forward to it.

"We should get Zeb, too."

Which Hera isn't particularly looking forward to, mostly because a conversation between Zeb and Chopper now seems likely to result in a mess in her cargo bay. But better to do it before they get any actual supplies down there.

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Kanan closes his eyes in resignation, but --

"We should. Want me to get him, and then we can circle up with Chopper?"

He pauses.

"Or I could go and get Chopper, and you could find Zeb . . . "

"I'll get Chopper."

Again, they're more likely to avoid any shock prods that way.

"Right. Meet you in the . . . " He trails off, trying to think of a space on the ship that could survive a tussle without annoying Sabine and Ezra.

" . . . cargo bay?"

Since they have yet to really refill it, it's probably the safest place.

Hera doesn't sigh, just nods, and steps away toward the doors.

"I'll see you there."

"Got it, Captain."

He doesn't toss off a salute as he leaves, largely because he's very serious about her title. He always has been, but especially now. He doesn't plan on forgetting who really runs this endeavor again.

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