'Kanan, you beautiful idiot. Of course he doesn't know you...' After all, the last time Master Kenobi had seen him, he had been just another youngling at the Temple, just another face in the crowd of eager Force-sensitive kids. Even his name wasn't the same back then. It was stupid of him to think that Obi-wan might have remembered Caleb Dume.
Kanan shook his head: "Nah, I was too young to fight." A half-truth: at fourteen, he had been among the youngest Padawans to be allowed to follow their Masters in the Clone Wars.
"The war ended fourteen years ago," Kanan added as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was careful not to let seep through his thoughts his sadness and anger at losing his Master to Order 66, nor his fear of disappointing others that he ran away as ordered by Dipa, leaving his Master behind to die. Kanan knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he was Force-sensitive to a great Master like Kenobi, but years of hiding, of bouncing off planets and concealing his Force talents had made him an expert at hiding his true feelings.
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Kanan shook his head: "Nah, I was too young to fight." A half-truth: at fourteen, he had been among the youngest Padawans to be allowed to follow their Masters in the Clone Wars.
"The war ended fourteen years ago," Kanan added as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was careful not to let seep through his thoughts his sadness and anger at losing his Master to Order 66, nor his fear of disappointing others that he ran away as ordered by Dipa, leaving his Master behind to die. Kanan knew that he couldn't hide the fact that he was Force-sensitive to a great Master like Kenobi, but years of hiding, of bouncing off planets and concealing his Force talents had made him an expert at hiding his true feelings.