I wake up slowly in a white room. The air is mine. I look around. Where's Sabine, if she enters the room she would die in minutes. I let out a breath. Let's hope the rest of them know the plan. I feel pain. I look down and realize I'm bleeding. There's blood. What happened? Must've been where I fell. 

"You're awake good." Thrawn enters the room.

"How can you breathe?" I ask.

"Your concern is touching." He says.

"If I'm going to kill you, I'd rather you die from me not the air." I say.

"Hmm, by the looks of it." I have the upper hand." He says.

"Well, we may surprise you." I say.

"Oh, I have no doubt you'll defy convention, but you may have overestimated yourself." He says.

"How so?" I raise an eyebrow.

I turn. They drop Sabine. I see her through the window.

"Are you okay?" I call.

"Never better." She says.

"If you kill us, your advantage would be drained." I say.

"Who said anything about killing?" He raises an eyebrow.

I smell something. I look up and I see oxygen. Oxygen here is toxic. Oh no... that is not good. I fall to my knees. I gasp for air, but oxygen fills my lungs. It's like poison. I spit out blood. My lungs were burning.

"Ezra!" Sabine yells.

My vision starts getting blurry. 

"Leave him alone!" Sabine yells.

"Your concerns mean nothing to me." He says.

I spit out blood on his clothes. The least I can do to hurt him is to stain his clothing. Blood spills from my nose and mouth. If this is Thrawn's plan to kill me, yeah, he's doing a good job of it. I fall lower to the ground. I feel like I'm paralyzed. I try to stand up but Thrawn pins me to the ground.

"Never.... *gasp* thought *wheeze* you'd... get your hands dirty." I hiss.

The vents close. The oxygen starts fading. I gasp in the air. 

"My hands are never dirty." He stands up.