Kanan accepted the cup with a nod and a murmured thanks, staring quietly into it for a moment, not entirely trusting himself to speak right away. He'd just watch the tea steep. Let it ground him for a few sec--

"I don't think he fully understands just how barbed some of the things he said were," he said, all at once. "Just what it meant when he told me that he wasn't my Master, just before telling me to go ahead and run away. When he talked about... other things. Rumors about him that are clearly untrue, but directly after bringing them up, he wouldn't say how."

His grip on the cup tightened a little.

"I should be able to let it go, but he clawed at old wounds that Vader's appearance re-opened, and I can't just walk away from it."