Lights, suddenly, bright enough that Kanan flinched and raised one arm to shield his eyes - his other arm didn't seem to be working. Huh. He hadn't noticed before. Taking stock of one's injuries... was that a thing people did? It seemed like it might be, but Kanan found that he wasn't terribly certain, anymore.

He swayed a little where he was standing. Put his weight on the wrong leg, and was rewarded with another sharp jolt of pain that barely earned a gasp in reply.

"... Hera. I..."

He needed something. He thought. Bacta? He'd been here for bacta? He shook his head - even that hurt, and there was dried blood on his face that felt odd when he winced.

Everything was difficult. Thinking was difficult. Existing was difficult. That had been why they were going to end it. But they hadn't. They hadn't. He'd failed them.