'Don't Join', that had been his mantra for the past thirty years. It had served him well, sure he had wound up in jail more often than not, but it had been worth it for the most part. Don't join, don't get close to anyone and always look out for yourself.
It hadn't always been like that, twice he had a family and twice he had lost them. What would they think of him now?
"No, don't go there." he thought as he piloted the stolen luxury yacht away from the Supremacy, leaving behind Rose and Finn to their deaths.
Reaching into one of his many pockets he pulled out a small piece of Beskar alloy, that looked like its edges had melted, with a faded orange starbird panted on it. Clasping the starbird, a single tear ran down Ezra Bridger's face.