"Kanan, what do they mean?" asked Sabine.
"They're a sign of the Sith," replied Kanan, curling his hands into tight fists.
"How do you know?" asked Hera.
"They're the same as the Inquisitors'," replied Kanan.
"How do you know my Master?" asked Ezra, not believing what was being said.
"Y-Your Master?" exclaimed Kanan, before rubbing his temple. "Oh this is bad."
"How do you know him?" asked Ezra again.
"Can't you help him?" asked Zeb. "Like heal his memory or something."
"I can't heal him, but I know someone who can," said Kanan. "But I can't promise she'll come. Not after what we just found out."
"Kanan, you don't by any chance mean the 'crazy old hermit from up Shamley Heath' do you?" asked Hera, with a sigh.
"Yes, she is the best healer I know, even if she's a little loopy," said Kanan.
"A little is an understatement," replied Sabine. "How does anyone trust her with kids?"
"She phrase it as she's the idiot and the other adults are the responsible ones," said Kanan.
"That still doesn't make me feel safe around her," replied Sabine.
"How do you know my Master?" asked Ezra, getting slightly annoyed at them.
"Shouldn't we tell him?" asked Zeb.
"We probably should," said Sabine.
"Ezra," said Hera, in a concerned sort of voice. "You don't remember any of us?"
"I told," snarled Ezra. "I've never met you people before!"
"Then let us tell you how we met," replied Hera, as she began to tell him about how they all met on Lothal, how they tried rescue some Wookiees but in the it was a trap and he was caught, how they came back for him, then how they really rescued the Wookiees from Kessel, then after sending the Wookiees home, had bought him back to Lothal, where he'd had said no to coming with them. After Hera finished the very long explanation of telling Ezra all about what had happened, Ezra had a very puzzled look.
"What?" he asked, trying to remember what had happened before he'd met his Master. "Why don't I remember any of that?"
"We don't know either," replied Kanan. "I'm too weak to try and heal your memories, but I know someone who can. Wait, Ezra are you okay?"
Ezra had barely heard what Kanan had just said. His mind was filling up with images of things he'd just heard about and things he didn't even recognise as his.
"K-Kanan," stuttered Ezra, swaying slightly from all the images coming to his head before he slipped out of Zeb's loosened grip and starting to collapse towards the ground.
"Ezra!" shouted several blurred voice.
Then everything went black and silent.