(Kanan pov)

The Inquisitor joins me in my cell now. I am still strapped to the table, but I haven't been tortured since I said my Padawan's name. But I was told about the message to my friends. I wonder if Ezra surrendered or not. My question is answered then.
"We have your Padawan in custody," he informs me.
I glance at him to see if he is telling the truth. He laughs.
"Oh yes, I am telling the truth. I am going to visit him next." There is an evil glint in his eye. "But first, I need some information."
He holds out a hand and grips my mind with the Force. "Where are your rebel friends?"
I struggle. "I will not tell you."
"What about the other rebel cells?"
"I don't know!" I'm not lying. Other rebel cells? I've been asked about this already, before I revealed Ezra's name.
The Inquisitor stops gripping my mind with the Force. "So perceptive. Oh well. Maybe the boy will have something to tell me." He starts towards the door but I stop him. "If you harm him, I swear that you will pay!"
He turns. "Don't you worry, Jedi. I have no interest in 'harming him', TOO much. He is too valuable to me."
He leaves then, to go to 'visit' Ezra. If I could, I would cradle my head in my hands. Instead, I have to settle for asking myself: Why?