"So?" Ezra shrugs, arms still crossed.

"My first master - he'd have been the first to tell you he wasn't a Jedi for years. A padawan, alone? Of course he had to become someone else. None of this is news to me."

He gnaws on his lower lip before pressing on. "I'm not that kid who stole a holocron anymore, either. We can't stop change, but doesn't take away the importance of deciding whether to hold on or let go."