"I just don't get it!"

Ezra throws himself down on his bunk, folding his arms over his chest in frustration. He can't help but scowl up at the underside of Zeb's bunk over his. It's like the terrible cherry on top of an already awful cake.

"Kanan says I'm ready, but he still won't let me do anything but meditate!"

He shoots a glance at you. In the midst of his frustration, it seems he's about to tear up.

"What— does he think I'm not good enough or something? Is that it?"