"I had to," Ezra replied, though his voice wavered. He looked at the other portals—some showing his parents, others showing Kanan Jarrus’s final moments in the fuel pod explosion.
The air on Lothal had changed. It was no longer just the scent of crushed loth-cat grass and dry earth; it was charged with a static hum that made the hair on Ezra Bridger’s arms stand up. Behind him, the wreckage of the Imperial occupation smoldered, but before him stood something far older than the Empire. [S4E4] Through the Looking Glass
The "looking glass" was gone, leaving Ezra standing in the wind. He was older now—not in years, but in the way he carried the weight of the universe. He had seen the beginning and the end, and he knew that the only path forward was the one he walked with his own two feet. "I had to," Ezra replied, though his voice wavered
"You changed it," Ahsoka whispered, looking back at the closed portal. It was no longer just the scent of
As Ezra stepped forward, the world didn’t just fade; it folded. The transition wasn't like jumping into hyperspace—there was no roar of engines, only a deafening, crystalline silence.
He found himself standing on pathways of starlight that stretched into an infinite obsidian void. This was the . Above and below, circular portals flickered like dying embers, each one a window into a different moment in time. He could hear the echoes of the past and future—whispers of Ahsoka Tano’s blades, the breathing of Darth Vader, and the distant laughter of a younger version of himself. The Looking Glass
With a surge of the Force, he pulled Ahsoka through the veil, dragging her from the jaws of death into the silent void. They stood together in the timeless space, breathless and shivering. The Price of the Path