The Hermit Shack in the Woods, Monday Morning

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Unlike when Caleb had woken up in a strange bed on Friday night, there was no sudden jerk awake for Kanan this morning. There was no immediate onset of panic, no choking sense of fear of a strange place. Which didn't mean that Kanan didn't contemplate trying to exit through a window this morning too, granted. But here in Obi-Wan's shack, it would be a somewhat less dramatic, rather more undignified sort of escape route.

Anyway, the door was right over there. And he could be reasonably certain that there weren't any clones on the other side of it, waiting with blasters at ready to take him down.

He sat up, looking quietly at that door, and then sighed and slumped forward, scrubbing at his face with his hands.

He felt almost as exhausted as Caleb had the other evening. His reasons for that were only mostly the same.

[OOC: For that Kenobi guy, naturally!]

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[uncertain_dume]

Kanan's grip tightened on the mug, and he inhaled. Held his breath. Exhaled again.

"Because I'll be just as vulnerable as I was when the wounds were new," he said, finally. "I can't just slap a bacta patch on it and be on my way."

It terrified him because it would hurt. Because there was no way for it to not.

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"No," Obi-Wan agreed, "You cannot."

He set his cup aside. "But you will not be alone," he said. "Better to do it with care now than open up the wound while you are running into blaster fire."

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Kanan had no intentions of running into blaster fire. Ever.

He was also well aware that intentions didn't mean a hell of a lot when it came to things like that. Especially if the Jedi were going to be a part of his life again. Even before he'd found them, he was prone to finding himself in trouble. There was a reason he carried a blaster at his own hip, after all.

He looked down at himself. Somewhere over the course of the night, Caleb's robes had become his own tunic again. Maybe the island even had the decency to put his lightsaber back where it had been stored, in two pieces, on his ship. But then again, the island was a tuft-sucking pile of meddling poodoo, and odds were better that a quick pat-down would reveal the saber and his holocron both tucked away into his clothing, as Caleb had hidden them away in the folds of his robes before.

He frowned.

He wished that Master Billaba was here. Wondered what she'd tell him to do. Suspected that she'd be with Master Kenobi on this one. After all, she'd been considered damaged goods herself. She knew the subject intimately.

"You'll be here?"

[saddeserthermit]

"I've been here for several years now," Obi-Wan said dryly, "I do not forsee that situation changing over the next few years, at least."

Taking down an Empire would take a bit more time than that. As did waiting for Luke to grow older.

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Well, in his own defense, Kanan didn't know about Luke. Or much of anything about what was going on in the Galaxy at large unless it was an immediate threat to him.

"... You know what I mean, Master Kenobi."

[saddeserthermit]

"Yes," Obi-Wan said, his mouth twitching. "Kanan."

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Kanan gave Obi-Wan a look that mostly consisted of a wrinkled nose and one raised eyebrow, and then he sighed and reached to set his drink down.

"Alright," he said, a little extra backbone in his voice that he wasn't entirely feeling. "I'll give it a try."