"It's been the safest option," Kanan sighed. "And the sanest one. If there's anything that can make people reconnect the dots between Kanan Jarrus and Caleb Dume, it's going to be me, doing things that most people - fewer people each day - can't even dream of doing."

There was more to it than that, of course. There was always more to it than that. But visions and backflips hadn't saved Master Billaba from being gunned down by her own troops, and they'd only brought Caleb more trouble afterwards.

"But I'm getting comfortable here."

And he hated the way that word sounded on his tongue. Hated the implications of it. 'Comfortable' was a swear word and a death sentence. He avoided it wherever he could.