[He means it. He really does. Ezra doesn't have to be able to read Qui-Gon through the Force to see that the offer is genuine. And he genuinely thinks the others would be open to the idea, too. Even so, caution flickers in Ezra's chest for a moment. Does he really want to agree to this? Master or teacher, that's still a position of authority he'd be letting these people have. People he doesn't really know.
What would Kanan say?
He tries to picture his master, tries to picture him being here for this whole conversation, tries to guess what Kanan would think. It's not as easy as he would have thought. Once, maybe, he knows Kanan would have urged him to agree. Hadn't he told Ezra before that he wasn't sure how good a teacher he would be? That that was why he wanted to let Master Luminara teach him? But that was a year ago - a year that they've both spent learning, getting used to each other. A year for their bond as master and apprentice to grow. Would Kanan be so eager now to let anyone else train him?
Listen to the Force, Ezra. What does it say?
The words come in Kanan's voice, calm and clear as if he's there with him right now. Ezra closes his eyes, just trying to listen and feel. The Force is there, all around him, in the air, in the trees, in the ground. Even the withered grass at his feet still stirs with it, some of its color beginning to come back. He can feel it in himself, and in Qui-Gon, the man's presence a bright, warm beacon, solid and encouraging.
And he thinks, for a moment, he can feel a hand on his shoulder.
When he opens his eyes, he doesn't necessarily feel any more or less sure he got an answer. Is that the Force's way of telling him that this is his decision to make? Or is it just that he's not that good at understanding what it has to say? But either way, it's helped settle him enough that he feels like he can answer the first question he asked himself.
What does he want?
I want... knowledge.
Tentatively, he takes a breath.]
I think... Well, if you guys are willing, I could give it a shot?
[He's not going to say he'll try. No need to invite quotes about do or do not, in case Qui-Gon got the same lectures as Kanan.]
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What would Kanan say?
He tries to picture his master, tries to picture him being here for this whole conversation, tries to guess what Kanan would think. It's not as easy as he would have thought. Once, maybe, he knows Kanan would have urged him to agree. Hadn't he told Ezra before that he wasn't sure how good a teacher he would be? That that was why he wanted to let Master Luminara teach him? But that was a year ago - a year that they've both spent learning, getting used to each other. A year for their bond as master and apprentice to grow. Would Kanan be so eager now to let anyone else train him?
Listen to the Force, Ezra. What does it say?
The words come in Kanan's voice, calm and clear as if he's there with him right now. Ezra closes his eyes, just trying to listen and feel. The Force is there, all around him, in the air, in the trees, in the ground. Even the withered grass at his feet still stirs with it, some of its color beginning to come back. He can feel it in himself, and in Qui-Gon, the man's presence a bright, warm beacon, solid and encouraging.
And he thinks, for a moment, he can feel a hand on his shoulder.
When he opens his eyes, he doesn't necessarily feel any more or less sure he got an answer. Is that the Force's way of telling him that this is his decision to make? Or is it just that he's not that good at understanding what it has to say? But either way, it's helped settle him enough that he feels like he can answer the first question he asked himself.
What does he want?
I want... knowledge.
Tentatively, he takes a breath.]
I think... Well, if you guys are willing, I could give it a shot?
[He's not going to say he'll try. No need to invite quotes about do or do not, in case Qui-Gon got the same lectures as Kanan.]