I understand. [And he does. If Lucien is trying to keep his connection to Finn under wraps, it must be made more difficult by the fact that they’re the only two here who share a common origin.] But you also have less people to worry about. No one except Finn knows anything about you.

[And right now, Boba envies that freedom. He follows Lucien to the dining table, still distracted by thoughts about secrets and double identities. He doesn’t recognize all the food in the containers Lucien sets down on the table, but that’s nothing new. He tries the most familiar thing first, some kind of meat that looks a bit like chicken. After a few bites, he looks back up at Lucien, expression still preoccupied even while eating.]

You could tell people you’re anyone or anything and they’d believe you.