"If all that it does is take us home," Kanan said slowly, after a few seconds of silence, "that means we'll just be leaving these people to continue struggling on their own."

He didn't like the idea of that. And he didn't like that he cared so much about it, either. He'd spent a lot of time working on not caring. And now here he was.

"Down some of those monsters, sure, but... all we'll have fixed are our own problems."

That was the Caleb in him, screaming and clawing and rallying up against his common sense to protest the idea of running away. The Kanan in him was usually much better at ignoring it. After all, running away had been the basis on which he'd re-created himself.