Kanan likes Ezra's gunsaber. He wishes he didn't. A real master wouldn't. It had become clear early on, though, that Ezra almost exclusively learned by example. Which meant Kanan had to be the Jedi he was trying to teach Ezra to become, which was a pain. But he couldn't just swing a lightsaber all the time, and these days he was more accustomed to a blaster in his hand anyway. So Kanan had a gun, and he had a lightsaber. So Ezra did too. In Ezra's eyes, he was just being more efficient about it. It was kind of ingenious, Kanan had to admit, even if it made the Jedi in him uncomfortable. Ezra didn't have any of the master's sensibilities about their place in war. All he knew was resistance. To him being a Jedi and being a rebel were the same. Kanan didn't know how to feel about that, but he couldn't very well tell the kid guns were beneath them, could he? He didn't even believe that anymore.
Ezra also had a blue lightsaber crystal. There were certain mystical patterns, half legend and half stereotype, about what color lightsaber a Jedi received. Blue was said to represent alignment with the Cosmic force, coming to those who intuitively understood the tides of light and darkness in the universe or for those who felt the impulse to guardianship particularly strongly. Green was apparently for folks who felt at home in the Living force. Those who connected deeply with nature, who felt the natural flow of life and death, who were blessed with visions, or maybe who were more connected to the moment, living them one at a time rather than being preoccupied with the bigger picture.
His padawan was a fighter, for sure, but he didn't fight for some great galactic good, necessarily. He fought for Lothal, for it's people, and now for those all over the galaxy who could not fight for themselves. He was deeply connected to his home, to the grass and the animals and the stone of the planet itself and he brought it everywhere he went. Not to mention that if Ezra were ever taken hostage, showing forethought would be considered a sign of duress. It wasn't as if the Force never broke the old patterns, but if someone had asked, he would have bet fifty credits that Ezra's kyber would be green.
Once they had settled back in the Ghost, he asked Ezra about it. "How did you feel, getting your crystal?" He asked.
"It was amazing, Kanan." He said, with a bright, contagious smile. "I could hear it, like it was calling to me. I told master Yoda we were going to fight, and I think…. I think maybe he gave it to me so I could fight too."
"Lightsabers are for protecting" Kanan reminded as gently as he could, unwilling to not correct him but not trying to step on his moment.
"I know!" He said eagerly, undeterred. "That's what we talked about! I was telling him that I wanted…" he looked away, suddenly shy. "I wanted to be like you." He finished quietly, not quite meeting Kanan's eyes. "That's what I was thinking about when I got it. Two blue blades together, just like all the Jedi. Master and Padawan."
Kanan's throat felt tight. The blue blade had been a blessing for him, then. Come to think of it, Ezra probably didn't even know lightsabers could be green. He had just focused on the two of them together, two blue blades. Master and padawan. Tradition be damned, Ezra wanted to be like his master and the Force had granted his wish, serving as a reminder for Kanan every time his apprentice ignited it how much Ezra revered him, how he believed in him, how he wanted to be his padawan. It would remind him of the tremendous responsibility he had toward this unruly teenager, no matter how little he resembled the padawan Caleb had only started to imagine.
So yeah, he liked the little blue gunsaber. He liked the sound it made, he liked that it reflected Ezra's personality, and he liked that it was blue.
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