Hera shrugs. “I guess that I’m just currently trying to figure out why…”

“Why?”

“Why Ezra, in particular, seems to have this profound an effect on you." She puts her mug down for a moment, rotating her head on her neck to make the muscles pop. "I mean sure, Sabine has been onboard the Ghost for well over a year now – and her presence has always seemed -I don’t know stabilizing? Or something like it. Mentorship brings out your better side, Kanan. But Ezra especially has only been here three weeks now, Love - and his presence has accelerated the process of personal growth in you to a degree that’s a little bit terrifying.”

Kanan snorts. “Nine words for you, Hera: Lots and lots and lots and lots of *meditation.* Fueled by lots of and lots of bratty kid stubbornness and attitude. You do what you have to to stay sane.”

“Oh is that all?” Hera mutters, as dry as a desert.

Kanan shrugs, “It’s harder to miss the obvious when you’re regularly forced into periods of prolonged self-reflection. Well unless you’re being deliberately stubborn or stupid or blind to unfolding patterns in your life anyway. Master Depa used to call it the power of daily mindfulness.”

“So what you’re essentially saying, Kanan Jarrus, is that all our years of blatant workaholism basically kept you so distracted that they enabled your long-running flirtation with immaturity by giving you excuses not to sit down and deal with your kriff?”

Kanan winces at the words. “Well, that’s not the kindest way to put it, Hera, but essentially, yes.”