"I wasn' tryin' to be mean!" Ezra protests, suddenly desperate to stay in Garth'zel's good graces. He turns pleading eyes up at him, willing him to understand. "I was just- I was just really hungry, 'cause... 'cause mom an' dad..." No, a lie won't do now. A lump forms in Ezra's throat, because it's not something he likes to talk about, to admit to anyone, but this is important. Garth'zel might be the first person like Ezra that Ezra's ever met. "You're right," he says in a rush. "Mom an' dad are gone. The Empire took them away." Angry tears threaten to well up for just a moment, and he might have said more to explain-

-but that's when something nudges his attention, and he jumps, spooked, head snapping around to try to spot what it is.