You'd been Ezra's handler at one point, before the two of you defected.

How were you supposed to know how foolish love made you?

Your body moved before your mind could protest, shielding Ezra from the bullet's impact.

That was more than enough for him to go Berserk, tearing through the squad of enforcers easily before your pained whimpers reached him.

He dropped to your side, cradling your body gently, "You're so stupid, love." He bit out angrily, "Taking a bullet for something like me."