Kanan was quiet as Peter spoke, listening intently, chewing on every word. When it seemed as though Peter was done, he blew out a soft breath.

Well then.

"I suppose that explains a lot of it," he allowed. "I'd be doing my best Terrelian Jango Jumper impression, too."

He imagined so, anyway. He was paranoid enough about things that didn't involve throwing himself into the mouth of Hell in an act of selfless heroism.

"There was a lot of..." Kanan fell silent for a moment, and then, finding some resolve, pushed forward all the same. "... of darkness around you. Fear and hate and power, things that I was taught to be wary of, growing up."

For totally normal reasons that had nothing to do with the Force, honest.