“Was gonna say it sounds kinda, uh…” fingers snap, mandalorian at a loss for words for a moment. Basic, once again, failed her. “nayjate. Uh. Pretentious. But they’re not… exactly wrong. Seen plenty of men in fear when they think they’re gonna lose their lives.” She props one leg up on the bench, brushing a headtail casually out of the way. “What, you thinkin’ about a career in one of the big fancy Corrie universities?”
“I couldn’t afford a fancy university, even if I wanted to go-” Ezra chuckles, the thought alone enough provocation. Imagining himself at some ‘institute of learning’ just seemed... ridiculous. “Nah, I’m a fighter, through and through. On the front lines for it all... Definitely felt that fear from time to time.”