Пост-4 эп. Очень... каноничное ощущение. %)
"Office" is a generous term for the half closet that's been set aside for Hera to have her own computer terminal, a chair, and a charging jack for Chopper. She's typing when Ezra lets himself inside. She looks up, then back at her screen.
"Need something?"
"What do you know about this Skywalker guy?"
"Not much. Why?"
He wants to tell her he's got a bad feeling, but that's not right. He wants to tell her about Obi-Wan, but he's not sure she'll care, not on top of all the other deaths in the past couple of days. "Just wondered."
She finishes typing. "I know Rex went wild when he heard the name."
Someone will have to tell Rex about Master Obi-Wan. He spent most of two decades believing his friend was dead, and now he's gone for real.
Hera sighs and rubs her eyes. Ezra forgets about Skywalker.
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