"What do you mean Ezra's a lost soul?" Hera Syndulla looks at me.

"His soul is somewhere in the galaxy. Where I cannot say." I say.

I'm on the ship. They're ship is... well like any other ship I've seen. I look around. Excaba caws at me. Kanan is still looking at Ezra's body. I told him to leave the body but... he didn't listen. Human emotions I can never quite understand. 

"Are you saying he's a ghost?" Garus Zeb Orallos looks at me.

"Yes." I nod.

He's dangerous because he has no memory about his life being alive. Heck, he doesn't even know if he's dead or not. He could be living a life as a ghost. This tips the balance. There hasn't been a lost soul for ten thousand years. Yet, why now all of a sudden? The seperating of the Holocrons must've done something.

"He could be anywhere in the galaxy." I turn.

"I think I know where to start looking." Kanan says. 

"Oh?" I ask.

"Lothal would be a good place to start." He says.

"The boy's home. Good thinking." I say.

He nods.

"Then Lothal let's go." Hera says.

"Oh, I forgot to mention one thing." I say.

"Which is?" Sabine asks.

"Lost Souls are invisible to the average eye. Only me and Kanan Jarrus would be able to see him." I say.

"What?" Sabine and Hera ask.

"Let's just get to Lothal. Hurry." I say.