Title: Eyes Like His Author: Ewok Poet Canonicity: Canon Genre: Songfic Characters: Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios Timeframe: 3BBY - During the Rebels episode Legends of the Lasat (S2 E14) Rating: G Length: Short Summary: After the chance meeting with fellow Lasat refugees, Chava the Wise and Gron, Zeb regains hope and becomes a believer again. A/N: Laura Pausini's theme song for the Brazilian telenovela Esperança is perfect for Zeb. Have a look - you will agree. I recommend the telenovela - and I would never ever recommend a telenovela otherwise! This is an impromptu gift for my fellow Zeb fans, @Findswoman and @Raissa Baiard. You were keeping me up on my feet throughout the worst time of my life and motivating me to leave lame, half-assed comments on your stuff, chat on Messenger when I was unable to do anything and...I love you immensely. I never wrote a songfic before. Be gentle, plZ. The English translation of the original lyrics in Italian is in the spoilers and the repeated verses therefore do not require translation. Lui che qui arrivò, che ritornerà E porterà un sogno, porterà realtà Cuore di un'oumo immenso Che non sa se troverà Quel coraggio, quell'avventura Spoiler He is the one who came here, who will come back And bring a dream, bring the reality. With the heart of an immense man, Who doesn't know if he will find That courage, that adventure. He had long stopped believing in anything. Memories of a life different from the one he lived now, his bare feet walking on the warm sole of his homeworld, they hurt more than any blaster wound or a stun ever would have and he deliberately chose to bury it in the past. Forever. And then the two of them came along, the Imperial prisoners, one of whom remembered him for his bravery and his position as the Captain of the High Honour Guard. Those were the things that he never shared with his new family, the four pairs of the caring, loving eyes. For only the eyes like his, with the same flame that never burnt down, regardless of what he had claimed, could understand what his people had gone through. For only the hearts of those like him could hear the music of the people thought to be long, long gone. Still, he chose not to believe the mysterious mystic and his former brother-in-arms. Life was a battlefield, the songs of hope had stopped, forever, once the beloved Lasan was turned into wasteland, at the hands of the ruthless Galactic Empire. Or so he thought. He did not want to feel the immense pain of the T-7 ion disruptor rifle in his heart. The weapon straight from Bogan. The unethical weapon that defeated the millennia of honour. Why did Hera and the others decide to take this hyperspace leap of faith? Why? Lui che qui arrivò, e che resterà Lui, lungo il cammino, forse incontrerà Occhi che come i suoi Chiedono di felicità, Ricercando la vita Spoiler He is that one who came here and who will stay. Maybe on his long way he will meet Eyes like his, Asking for happiness, Searching for life, again. The Fool, simple and selfish, he would lead the Warrior, bold and bloodthirsty, to hunt the hope of tomorrow, the Child, to destroy him! We will find our new home only if the Child saves the Warrior and the Fool. The fool. The child. The warrior. He reluctantly pointed his beloved, beat-up bo-rifle to the map. Some stars, in his opinion, were best left uncharted, for they could only bring further pain. Some roads were like clogged bloodstreams. Once the yellow and sunfruit hues of the imploded star cluster far beyond what he thought had been the edge of the known world showed up before his new family and two of his people, he found himself more scared and less of a believer than he was willing to admit. Was he the child and not the warrior? The edge. The edge they could fall over, if they are not careful. Or, either way, according to him. Vita, vite e speranza, E sogno, sogno, sogni e speranza, Pace, pace, pace e speranza Spoiler Life, lives and hope And a dream, a dream, dreams and hope. Peace, peace, peace and hope. And then, he was there. He who might have been the warrior, he who might have been the fool. They had to hold on to the dear life, trapped between the mysterious maze and the hands, the coldness, the anger of their enemies. Were the seemingly endless mists of yellow and sunfruit going to be their tomb? Should they die fighting or escape? Occhi che, come i suoi, Chiedono di felicità, Ricercando la vita The bo-rifle. Use your bo-rifle. Lead the way. Lead the way to Lira San. For, you're the child. You're the warrior. You might have as well been the fool. He closed his eyes, green like the hope, green like the world that will eventually bring a handful of decades of peace to the Galaxy, the world nothing like his own. There was nothing to lose, just two possible ways to die. He directed his bo-rifle at the instrument board of the Ghost. Beat-up rifle. Beat-up ship. Vita, vite e speranza, E sogno, sogno, sogni e speranza, Pace, pace, pace e speranza And then, he found himself leading the way. They were surrounded by the bright, warm hues, as opposed to those of the cold, cold space behind them. Was the hyperdrive going to hold on? Was it going to overload? His eyes closed, he was able to truly see at last. He had faith. Again. Leaning over the instrument board that seemed possessed by mysterious spikes of static electricity, he found himself believing. He found himself believing in those ancient legends of the Lasat once again. He found himself recalling the love he thought was long lost. The family from before the one he had now, beyond those who did not smell like the ones he knew. And there she was, Lira San. She that was their homeworld all along, but they were yet to find out. The legends were not nonsensical. They were real. The Prophecy of the Three was real. And it had been him all along. No one other than him. Pace, Vita, sogni e speranza, Pace, pace Take these two beings to the surface. Enjoy what you will see there. And then go back to continue the fight, the fight to avenge your people. To not allow anything even similar to the siege of Lasan to happen to anybody else in the Galaxy. He was not sure if he was going to be back someday, or die in fight, die for both what he believed in and what he found himself believing in, again. Moreover, he did not want his new friends to see the whole new world, the whole old world just yet. He wanted to take them there. Someday. That's what he hoped for. Lui che qui arrivò, che tornerà!