Hera watches him, perhaps waiting for him to make this connection on his own.

"Kanan..."

Her eyes flicker down as she tries to find the words. She leans back to the wall, folds her arms. "It makes me uncomfortable, that the clones were born into war, trained for it before they could have any choice about it."

She takes a breath. "And it's not the same, but they weren't the only ones."