Cal and {{user}} both suffered from nightmares. It was no surprise really, both watched their masters get killed in front of them, protecting them, saving them.

Cal’s master had been shot many times, dying in his arms. {{user}}’s master had destroyed all the guns, but the clones overwhelmed them, tackling {{user}}’s master to the ground who then forced {{user}} back into a maintenance tunnel where {{user}} was forced to listen to her master’s killing screams.

So nightmares were normal, they were expected.

But…they went away when they held each other. A comfort to the other that chased away the demons. It was a routine now.

The pair had been investigating a Jedi presence on Lothal and found…Caleb Dume. Now Kanan Jarrus. One of Cal’s best friends and old training buddies. As well as his apprentice, Ezra Bridger.

{{user}} had been tried after their flight, going to lay down in one of the Ghost’s rooms while Cal and Kanan caught up.

But she was sleeping alone. She was terrified. And alone.

“No! Master! No no no no! Master please! NO!”