That... that's actually an answer that makes Ezra go quiet as the implications sink in. He hadn't thought of it like that - as something that people would notice not just as an excuse to look down on him, but as something odd to question. And that? That's not good. That's something he doesn't want at all.

Slowly, his fingers in Garth'zel's shirt loosen. He's still reluctant to let go. But to keep the Empire from noticing him...

(noticing him, noticing Garth'zel, maybe taking him away someday, too...)

"I can go back, I guess... You'll... you'll wait for me again?"