Hera flipped on the lights and walked into the kitchen. "Morning Kanan." She smiled at her loving space husband across the kitchen from her.

"Morning Hera." He answered with a smile and took a sip from his cup.

"Anyone else up?" She asked him, curious. She walked into the kitchen  and started to pour own cup of blue milk to join Kanan.

"Nope the kids are all still asleep. Did you sleep well?" Kanan asked, genuinely worried for her. It was too early for her to be up already.

"Yep." She said, quickly pushing back the nightmares she had. Blood, blood everywhere. Kanan- "Slept well." She cut off her own train of thought.

"Hera." Kanan cautioned and walked over to her, standing in front of her., making her stop pouring the milk. "Tell me, I'm not going anywhere."

"It was a nightmare." She choked out, tears filling her eyes, losing her happy composer. "You were covered in your own blood, dying." Her voice cracked as she replayed the scene for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"It's ok it was just a nightmare. It will get better." Kanan said, wanting to comfort her in his arms, but didn't move. "Hera you shouldn't be up this early, go back to bed. I'm sure you'll sleep better now."

"I don't want too. All I see is that moment over and over again." She said, looking at the floor.

"It will be ok." Kanan reassured her. "It will be ok."

"If only you where here." She choked out, slowly losing the battle of fighting tears.

"I am." He said, confused and smiled.

"But you aren't." She admitted, and starting to mess with the loss floorboard with her foot.

"Hera, look at me." Kanan said, grabbing her shoulders, but Hera felt no hands on her body. She looked up at him. "Hera, I'm not here. I'm dead, Hera. Nothing can change that."

"You can't be dead!" She said, but knew her own voice wasn't convincing her if that lie.

"I'm not here." He protested, strongly.

"I know that, Kanan." Hera mumbled, trying to hold her voice steady. "I just can't let go."

"You need too. Hera you aren't the only one who's depressed." The Kanan of her imagination, lectured her. "You need to stay strong for Sabine, Zeb and Ezra."

"It's just so hard, Kanan. I love you. How can I be strong?"

"You know I love you." Kanan answered and smiled. "You can be strong because I believe in you. I'm never really gone once I die. I am apart of the force and always around you."

"It just doesn't seem real. It was only a day ago. Three days ago when you proposed to me. Two days ago when life was perfect." She let out a strangled sob. "We were supposed to be happy together, but the Empire took that away."

"You can be happy without me. I believe that and since I'm the one saying it you believe you can too. These things take time." Kanan said and started to walk out. "Come on put down the cup and go back to bed. Be strong."

Hera wiped away a tear. "Ok, but you'll still be here when I wake up."

"I won't be you know it, Hera. Come on." He gestured for her to follow him and disappeared around the Ghost's corner.

She reluctantly sat down the cup and followed him out. She turned the corner, but he wasn't there anymore. Hera ran up the hallway a bit to find him, but she knew he wasn't there. She looked for him frantically for a moment. I will never find him again. She realized and let out another sob. Maybe I can be strong and help.

She went and checked on Ezra's bunk, worried for Kanan's padawan, but his bunk was empty when she opened his door.

Fighting more sobs, she went to Kanan's room and knocked. Not much to her surprise the padawan opened up the door, he was sitting on Kanan's bottom bunk, curled up in a ball. She needed someone to hug and she was sure he needed a hug as much as she did.

"Couldn't sleep either." He muttered, voice breaking and Hera knew he was crying. She couldn't help, but notice he had Kanan's shirt clutched to his chest.

She nodded. "Can I sit with you?"

He nodded as well and she sat down beside him. Neither of them said another word as she brought him into a hug. She didn't bother saying 'it's ok' or 'it's fine' because it wasn't. She just held him as they both let out loud sobs.

A few minutes later, they saw three figures standing in the doorway. A lasat, a mando and an old droid. "Mind if we join." Zeb asked and Hera nodded, looking up from Ezra for a moment. Zeb and Sabine sat down beside them.

Sabine leaned her head against Hera's back and let out silent tears. "How? Why?" She muttered, trying to make sense of this unexplainable situation. Tears rolled down her armor and down her paint job.

Zeb sat down behind Ezra, and wrapped his arms around the small teen's waist, leaning his head on Ezra's shoulder. Ezra was so deep into tears he didn't bother complaining about Zeb's fetid smell.

Chopper rolled up to their feet next to the bottom bunk and let out a sad beep. He put his arm on Hera's back, comforting her.

What was left of the Ghost crew sat in the dark and cried for Kanan.

Cried for losing him.

This hurts. Bonus points if you know where I got the inspiration of this from. (No spoilers for others though)