Ezra's P.O.V

   I remember when I was seven years old was when my life on the streets began. No one cared for me and learned you can't rely on others but only yourself. So when I was hungry, my greedy hands took a fruit from an old woman.

   I was selfish.

   Another time when I was nine, an illness had spread. I was contaminated from not getting any vaccines. I had to get medicine or else it will get worse. So I stole credits from a man when he wasn't looking.

   I was selfish.

   The next was when I turned eleven. Troopers were raiding a home as I watched from the rooftops. There was nothing I could do to help the poor family. They were dragged from their home and placed into a transport. I watched it speed off as the ruckus went silent.

   The next day, news spread quickly of the family being executed that morning. Guilt turned in my stomach but let the feeling slid to where all the other bad emotions were stored. Deep in the back of my mind to later be forgotten cause...

   I was selfish.

   Another time, I was the age of thirteen. I injured myself to the point that my leg wouldn't work. A kind woman helped me out and when she left the room, I snatched some of her food and limped out of her home.

I was selfish.

   I was fourteen. I fired a blaster at a stormtrooper but didn't realize that it was on kill. The bucket head fell and blood started to flow. He was still alive but not soon. I gathered my things and looked at the guy before running off into the night. It was my first time killing a person but the bad part was that he was being nice. Me...

   I was selfish.

   Then I met the crew and turned fifteen. I became a better person and became a Jedi. I saw the crew as my new family. Broken, misshape, and lost but still had a strong bond to bring us together.

   Then the day came where me and my master, Kanan  went to Malachor with Ahsoka. We lost many things and came back with bigger problems. Ahsoka gone. Kanan blind. Me, I was completely fine besides the fact that I betrayed the ones I've come to trust. I risked their lives for my own selfish idea that Maul was good.

   Now I had paid the consequences and deserve punishment. I don't deserve to cry. I don't deserve to be mad. This was all my fault.

"Ezra," I heard a soft voice come from the other side of the door. Hera.

"Can I come in?" She asked. I wanted to yell at her to go away and leave me alone but stopped. Hera has also suffered because of me. I hurt her friend. So I opened the door to see the Twi'lek standing with a worried look.

She walked over, scaled the ladder, and sat next to me on my bunk. I faced down in my shame.

"It's not your fault," Hera said, laying a hand on my shoulder.

I huffed, "Sure."

"I'm serious. You didn't know what would happen. It's okay," she replied, now holding both of my shoulders. My eyes burned and I bit my lip. I don't deserve to cry.

"Ezra, look at me," the pilot said. I didn't look. She shook me a little and repeated again, "Look at me."

I looked up and met with worried green eyes. She smiled a little and hugged me. I don't deserve this but didn't fight to try and get out of her embrace. Her hand rubbed circles around my back.

"You can cry," she whispered into my ear. I still held it in, I don't deserve to cry. I don't.

"Ezra, right now is the time to be selfish. Right now, my focus is on making sure everyone is alright. We all lost something when you three left. Now is the time to grieve. You can be selfish and cry," she said. I cried.

I was selfish.

I am selfish.

But, I'm human and sometimes it's okay to be a little selfish.

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