"She told him to run," Kanan murmured. It was too raw; he couldn't bring himself to put himself so intimately into Caleb's shoes right then. "She said she would be right behind him. And Caleb knew that she was lying, and he ran anyway."

He brought the tea to his lips, but didn't actually drink any. Just held it there. Breathed it in.

"Running was everything he had."