Kanan was quiet for a few moments as he mulled that over.

"I still don't think he entirely understands what it means to be Jedi," he noted, finally. "Tried to use the Order's approach on dealing with emotions to justify his concerns about somebody else, too. Somebody that approach would hardly apply to."

He sighed, leaned his head back, and looked up at the ceiling.

"I did talk to him about it, you know," he noted. "Earlier this week, grasping at straws, trying to sort my head out about all this Hernando poodoo. Told him he was going to have to start trusting me to do the best I can, for myself. For the people around me. I'm not going to deny having scars. Won't even deny that I end up grasping blindly for footholds more often than not. But I've made it this far."

Mostly alone.