"He's a complete sleemo!" Ezra shouted, "how could he do that to Sabine? To the Mandalorians? To Rex? Rex is like his brother right?"
Ezra swung around to look at Hondo, and stopped. He had never seen that look on Hondo's face before, and for a moment he could believe that the old Weequay pirate had once been a force to be reckoned with.
"Boba Fett," Hondo said very carefully, in a voice that could have etched duresteel, so very different from his usual jovial tone, "is a friend of mine. He has helped me out on a number of occasions. He also was once a young boy who watched a Jedi kill his father, watched his 'brothers' as you say follow Jedi orders, and was, in the end, incarcerated by the Jedi when he was far younger than you were when we first met, Ezra," Hondo paused, some of the steel bleeding out of his voice, sounding old and defeated, "I thought the Jedi would help him, and I never forgave myself for that," he fixed his eyes on Ezra, "not all who encountered the Jedi got the help they needed, Ezra, and that is why the Jedi fell."