The expression that crosses Cal's face is a sympathetic one. He knows the pain of losing a master all too well. The name Kanan doesn't ring a bell, but there had been so many back then that it's possible they'd never met.

"...I'm sorry," he says, giving the smallest of nods. "Can't say I blame the Jedi for still wanting to be in hiding, for those still out there. We were betrayed and from the sound of it, people didn't care to try and clear our name. But with the Emperor still in power, I guess that's no surprise."

He lifts his head then. It's only inevitable that there would be those who have been pushed too far. "I knew there were some groups. I've only met one headed by a Saw Gerrera, out on Kashyyyk. But I'm glad to hear people are fighting back." Winning is good. But the sometimes implies the unsaid, and fighting against an Empire can't be easy. Still, what Ezra continues with has Cal blinking.

"Lothal...I've heard of it but never been there. What did you do?"