I can survive when I know the odds. I can also understand my death. I am trained as warrior to understand that. But I do not want to die needlessly.

Ezra Bridger wants friends. It defined his perception of the galaxy. He needs to be liked. If he does not have that approval, it would affect his self-esteem and performance as a Force user.

He wants to help the helpless, even those helpless that put themselves into that situation like Spice Addicts. Chiss lack a gene to where Spice does not do anything to us. But having individuals infect our space with a powerful drug that infects one’s mind…