"I'm sorry," offered Kanan, not really knowing what else could be said. He couldn't imagine Ezra turning to the Dark Side, even if it was a constant fear for any Master. He wanted to believe that the boy was good, that he would grow to be fair and to with in the ways of the Force, unlike him. But their time was a dangerous time, and war changed everyone, he knew that too well.

Shaking his head, Kanan returned an equally tired smile as he sat down on the empty chair at Obi-Wan's table:

"I'm pretty sure it's a sensitive subject to that lived through it." And more so to those that survived the order. Perhaps it was time for a change of subject:

"I've been to a few systems before, but I didn't even know this one existed. My transponder doesn't even work, I can't contact my crew. You wouldn't know where is the closest spaceport on this planet. I should get back to my crew before they do something stupid," he said the last part with a small amused smile. Clearly, he was the one that usually got into trouble.