“We’ve had this fight before, the three of us. You don’t have anything that can hurt me.”
“Maybe I do.” Kanan felt for the holder on his left leg where his lightsaber was hidden.
“Nonsense,” Vidian said, waving his hand dismissively. “If you had anything, you’d have used it already. Right?”
Hera looked searchingly at Kanan as Vidian turned back to the console. Kanan began to reach for his secret weapon—but then he paused. Something, somewhere told him: No, not that. Not now.
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