Kanan doesn't know the words, really -- if there's a chorus he might be able to pick it up -- but he does look up and meet the occasional pair of eyes, quickly.

They tend to belong to people who look like they want to join Hera. (Or feel like they want to join in.)

He gives them a quick, crooked smile, looking away again very deliberately.

Come on, he thinks, keeping his Force-presence folded in on itself. He's not about to take someone's choices away. They're not the Empire.

Come on.