I feel him somewhere on Lothal. I know he's hiding somewhere. I feel him but lost souls are kind of hard to locate. Excaba caws into my ear.

"Go on. Find him." I say.

He shoots up into the sky. Yet... there is another presence I feel. Jedi. Strong. And... old? A forgotten relic. I should've suspected that he would be here. I let out a small chuckle. No doubt he's looking for the boy. But his time is nearing. Soon, but not yet.

"We have to find him." Kanan Jarrus says behind him.

I turn. He's carrying Ezra Bridger's dead body. 

"People will stare at you." I say to him.

"I don't care. I'm not leaving him." He says.

"His body is empty. There is no 'him'." I say.

"Guys. Let's just find Ezra's soul." Sabine Wren says. 

"The longer he's here. The more dangerous he becomes." I mutter. 

"What?" Sabine Wren looks at me.

"Lost souls have a tendancy to turn into monsters that will suck every soul out of a life they can find." I say.

"You're only mentioning this to us now?" Kanan Jarrus growls.

"Just try to keep up. Only me and Kanan will be able to see him... unless." I say.

I slice open my hand. I walk over to the others. I slap my hand over each one of their eyes. I run my fingers through their skin.

"What the heck are you doing?" Garus Zeb Orallos asks.

"Helping you see him. Oh, he'll look more ghost like." I say.

"Perfect." Sabine Wren rolls her eyes.