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Ezra's POV:

I sat in the nose gun of the Ghost, looking at the hologram image of my parents. I reached out to brush my fingers along the photo, wishing I could just sink inside. But my fingers only went through the hologram. I  exhaled heavily and dropped my hand to my side. This day is always hard for me, why? Because it's my birthday, the day the Empire dominated the galaxy. Leaning back in the chair, I held back tears that were threatening to fall. I'd never felt comfortable with crying around the crew. Mainly because I didn't want them to pity, or think less of me. However, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek. I brushed it away on the back of my fist, sighing in frustration.  

'Get a grip of yourself, Bridger' I thought sternly.

'You survived on the streets for eight years, you can handle today.' 

However, with Tseebo's return, an encounter with the Grand Inquisitor, and a connection to the Dark Side, I knew keeping myself together would easier said than done. Running a hand through my hair, I tipped my head back and sighed. 

Why was everything so difficult?

Hera's POV:

"Ezra?" I opened the door of the room Zeb and Ezra shared.

"Ezra, you in there?"

"No Ezra's in here" Zeb mumbled sleepily from his bunk.

I closed the door and continued down the hall.

"Kanan?" I knocked on the Jedi's cabin entrance.

The door slid open to reveal Kanan kneeling on his meditation chair. 

"Yeah?" He inquired.

"Have you seen Ezra?" I asked.

Much to my disappointment, the man shook his head. 

"Not since we got back from the asteroid field" he replied. 

I hummed in thought.

"He's probably in the nose gun" I decided. 

Ezra's POV:

I stared at the holo of myself as a kid. So happy and carefree, totally unaware of all the pain and loss that was to come. Reaching out, I tried to touch my mother's face, but my hand simply went through the image again. Hand dropping to the chair, my chest tightened and the tears I had been holding back fell from my eyes. Grabbing my legs, I held them for comfort as quiet sobs escaped my mouth. Even as I cried, I wanted to be okay, I wanted to be happy. I did my best, but I couldn't stop the flow of tears no matter how hard he tried.

"Ezra?"

My head snapped up at Hera's voice, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway, worry lined her face. Trying to give a smile, I wiped away my tears.

"Oh, hey Hera," I said, quickly clicking off the holo. 

"I was just-" 

My voice caught in my throat. I could act like I was okay, but my body didn't seem to get the memo as tears started building up in my eyes again. Before I knew it, Hera was beside me, her arms wrapped around my slightly shaking from. I didn't move in her embrace, my heart aching terribly.

"You can cry" Hera muttered softly.

"I promise no one will think less of you."

I hesitated before slowly putting my arms around Hera. I rested my head on her shoulder and let out a shaky breath. I allowed the tears to fall, letting down my mental barrier. Warmth surrounded me, but it wasn't just body warmth, I could feel love and sympathy flowing through the Force. As the strength of Hera's feelings hit me, more tears fell from my eyes. I didn't know if it was still from pain, or from love, but I knew it didn't hurt as much as it had before. I soaked into the Twe'lik's comfort. I didn't really care if I seemed clingy, I wanted to stay in Hera's warm hug. Love slowly filled the hole in my heart and I held the Twe'lik a little closer. As I did so, I reminded myself that I wasn't alone. I had lost so many things, but I hadn't lost everything, I still had a family. 

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