"Much of it," Kanan replied quietly. "Enough of it. My Master had taken me by the arm, before her own troopers turned on us, and I just... saw. Everywhere, across the galaxy, Jedi being cut down by the army we'd served alongside. Clones, murdering their commanders."

Master Plo Koon. Master Aayla Secura. Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, one by one and all at once, flooding into his awareness and then gone.

He blew out a little breath. Swallowed.

"Never really dealt with that. Never really knew how."