Which, in the end, more or less accomplished what Kanan had been offering in the first place, so he'd take it.

"Eight," he said, fairly lightly himself. Years were easy. It was the mess that went alongside them that was hard. "It's been eight years of... drifting, mostly."

Drifting. Shutting out the Force. Pretending to be okay or drinking until people realized that he wasn't in about equal measures.

"So I can't imagine your timeline has many surprises that mine hasn't already thrown at me."