[Ezra goes still, if not quite rigid, at that moment of contact from Qui-Gon. Street-born instincts fight with the awe he has for a living Jedi Master, insisting that letting anyone get that close is a bad, bad idea. It takes him a moment to decide if he's willing to allow that gesture of solidarity or not.
Except in that moment's time, he forgets all about it, caught up by what Qui-Gon is proposing. Let him... teach me? The thought of having another teacher besides Kanan is... His mind balks before the thought even finishes, just as hard as when Kanan had suggested passing Ezra's apprenticeship to Master Luminara. He doesn't want another master. He wants the one he has. Even if Kanan's not here, who says he won't show up, or Ezra won't find his way back? That could happen any day. There is absolutely no reason for Ezra to seek a master in anyone else.
But is that really what Qui-Gon's proposing here? There's more than one kind of teacher. He knows that. Warily, he looks up at the man, searching every inch of his face. He can't deny the appeal of knowledge from a Master, but...]
You want to teach me?
[He still hasn't decided if he's going to pull away.]
Like a teacher? Or a master?
[Pick your words carefully, Qui-Gon. He might respect you as much as he can for having only known you a few days, but he has absolutely no qualms about turning heel and walking away if he doesn't like what Qui-Gon says next. If he has to, he'll find his own way to make sure he can keep his friends safe.]
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Except in that moment's time, he forgets all about it, caught up by what Qui-Gon is proposing. Let him... teach me? The thought of having another teacher besides Kanan is... His mind balks before the thought even finishes, just as hard as when Kanan had suggested passing Ezra's apprenticeship to Master Luminara. He doesn't want another master. He wants the one he has. Even if Kanan's not here, who says he won't show up, or Ezra won't find his way back? That could happen any day. There is absolutely no reason for Ezra to seek a master in anyone else.
But is that really what Qui-Gon's proposing here? There's more than one kind of teacher. He knows that. Warily, he looks up at the man, searching every inch of his face. He can't deny the appeal of knowledge from a Master, but...]
You want to teach me?
[He still hasn't decided if he's going to pull away.]
Like a teacher? Or a master?
[Pick your words carefully, Qui-Gon. He might respect you as much as he can for having only known you a few days, but he has absolutely no qualms about turning heel and walking away if he doesn't like what Qui-Gon says next. If he has to, he'll find his own way to make sure he can keep his friends safe.]