Willow looked at Ezra without saying anything immediately.
Her gaze remained on him for a moment as she considered his answer.
She understood, at least to some extent, what had made him say those words.
From her own research and findings…
The young man sitting across from her had fought his way forward despite being treated as a waste by his own family.
He had been abandoned by his own blood family, yet he had managed to reach a position where his future was filled with possibilities.
His growth as an Alchemist was only one part of it.
He had also begun establishing himself through his own abilities and decisions.
Ezra really didn't seem like someone who would allow himself to be tied down by his family's rules.
It wasn't difficult to understand why he would be reluctant to enter another House and subject himself to a different set of restrictions.
Even if that restriction was lighter or seemed better.
A restriction was still a restriction.
"I understand."
