"Your braid just reminded me of something, that's all." Ezra replied mildly, rubbing the back of his head. Kanan had explained the tradition to him, and also how dangerous that tradition would be to try to carry out with the Empire breathing down their necks constantly.

He wasn't even sure the boy across from him was force sensitive, he hadn't been able to feel a thing in the Force since he found himself there and it was still jarring.