"Told you I was bad at this," Kanan muttered, wryly. "I have a standing invitation to the temple."

He paused, and then shook his head and scrubbed a hand over his face.

"I have two standing invitations. One to the temple, four thousand years ago. One to... probably not the temple, but fifty years in our future. Both from Masters in times where they're picking up the Order from the ashes."