make beats not bombs

Do you ever think that Hera would sometimes find Kanan with a bottle. In the first few days he traveled with her the bottle would be empty. But as time went on she would find him faster and peel the bottle out of his hand. Over time he’d lose his addiction. But first comes nights of Kanans hands shaking. Night terrors. Withdrawals.Hera takes it patiently.

There were times when she’d find Zeb, bent over his rifle, cleaning it carefully. Over and over. Hera learns about Lasant, and understands why he’s so reckless. She doesn’t hide his rifle, but instead finds out that the best way to help him is to keep him busy. Zeb is given multiple responsibilities and time consuming tasks. Something to focus his thoughts elsewhere. When he’s not busy Hera suggests Sabaac. Kanan teaches it to Zeb, and in time Zeb is beating him.

Hera finds Sabine making bombs. It’s a habit of hers but it endangers the crew. If the chemicals ever ignited the wrong way they’d be dead. Hera sets ground rules for bomb making , namely only when their landed, and Sabine can build away from the Ghost on solid ground. But the days in light speed take a toll. She starts to go crazy. Kanan teaches her to meditate to help her channel her energy, something she still does. But what’s better is when Hera brings her back paints. And a couple canvases. Soon Sabines room and armor is swirled with color and patterns

She finds Ezra hoarding food. Nothing perishable. The stuff that will last him a while. Nothing he stole from them, but saved from his own meals. Hera gets it. He still has that mindset that he doesn’t know when he’ll eat next. She lets Ezra keep his stash. Over time it gets smaller and smaller. One day he’s handing out food at Tarkin town, and it’s not from the crates they brought.

So what happens when they find Hera, asleep at the table, her head resting on whatever papers for the rebellion she was reading. They leave her there.

But when a orange droid nudges her leg, she can’t help but wonder how a pillow got under her head, a blanket on her shoulders and a cup of Caf beside her.

Nagito Komeda: I am damaged
  • Nagito: (sung)
  • I am damaged, far too damaged,
  • But you’re not beyond repair.
  • Stick around here,
  • Make things better
  • ‘Cause you beat me fair and square
  • (Nagito takes the bomb from Hajime)
  • Please stand back now
  • ‘Little further.
  • Don’t know what this thing will do.
  • Hope you’ll miss me.
  • Wish you’d kiss me
  • Then you’d know I worship you.
  • I’ll trade my life for yours.
  • Hajime: (sung)
  • Oh my God—
  • Nagito:
  • And once I disappear,
  • Hajime:
  • Wait, hold on—
  • Nagito:
  • Clean up the mess down here.
  • Hajime:
  • Not this way!
  • Nagito:
  • Our love is God
  • Our love is God
  • Our love is God
  • Our love is God
  • Our love is God
  • Hajime:
  • Say hi to God
  • (Explosion and blackout. Lights up on Hope's Peak students and faculty drawn by the noise.
  • Hajime enters, face blackened, hair frazzled, jacket singed.
  • Junko and Mukuro rush up)
  • Mukuro: (spoken)
  • Where have you been’? People were saying you killed yourself.
  • Junko: (spoken)
  • You look like hell.
  • Hajime: (spoken))
  • I just got back.