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Sadly. We're quite rare here, it seems. And I'm sure you can understand how this can render us exposed, in some respects. [It was a connection they couldn't easily be rid of. If one of them were ever caught, it would be natural to suspect the other as well.

At least, depending on which of them was caught. Finn had the advantage of a quite charitable and, dare he think it, heroic nature, which would make it easier for him to avoid suspicion. On the other hand...]

He takes more risks than I do to help others. It can drive me to distraction, sometimes.

[Ah, some of the food is done.]

Here we are, first course. [He sets the containers down on the dining table, along with a plate and utensils.] Take as much as you want. The rest will be ready soon. [The only shame about microwaves: they don't fit much at once.]

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.

It has its advantages, but I do miss the rest of our people. [He would not say it, because it need not be said. Boba had only ever mentioned his father. It was likely he already knew: two people made for a very vulnerable family.]

I will always be what I am. The best lies are accompanied by truth, so I rarely stray far from it for a long-term identity. [It seemed like this was a topic weighing on his young guest.] Have you had difficulties with your own cover?

[Boba hadn’t really thought of the problem of leaving people behind. He simply doesn’t have many people from his own universe to miss. He supposes Ygabba and Gabborah count, but even their absence doesn’t bother him too much. It must be different for Lucien, a man who had left behind a family, whether of blood or, well… other people’s blood.

Lucien’s question makes him hesitate halfway through reaching for another container, this one holding something that looks like chopped up bread.]

...A little bit, [he admits after a moment.] A few people figured it out and… they didn’t react like I thought they would.

[It isn’t even a question of allegiances, confusing as those may be now. He had lied to them for months. Why had they still wanted to protect him?]

I don’t know why.

Are you safe at the moment? [It was the most practical question to ask first. Perhaps these unnamed people were charitable souls, but:]

Regardless, it is a truly unpleasant feeling.

Yes, [Boba says, but rather than sound happy about it, he sounds almost exasperated.] And that’s what doesn’t make sense. They shouldn’t have just let me go, but they did.

[It feels like there's a hundred reasons he shouldn't have walked out of that house without a fight, but he did. And he can't exactly just go back and ask why. He glares down at his food with an intensity that feels like it should be able to set it alight.] I thought I knew what side everyone was on, but now I’m not even sure I know all the sides.

Then you feel you cannot trust this safety the way you once might have. An unfortunate realization to make, but I am glad you were not harmed in the process. [The last of the food was brought out, and he finally sat down, hands above the table where they could be seen.]

Do you feel comfortable giving me more detail, or would you prefer not to?

Boba hesitates, eyes lowered as he pushes his food around his plate. The truth is, he does want to talk about it and he wonders, briefly, if Lucien might have some power that makes people want to open up to him when they normally wouldn’t. He dismisses the thought rather guiltily. Even if Lucien did, Boba’s own powers render him immune to such effects.

“They… work for the people who killed my dad,” he says after a long moment. “People who tried to hunt me down after he was gone. Or I thought that's who they worked for.” He’s not so sure about 622 anymore, but Rex still seems to serve the Jedi, or at least the Republic. “I think… maybe they let me go because they think I’m one of them. But I’m not. They know I’m not.” He makes a frustrated sound and looks up at Lucien, as if he might have the answers. “They don't make sense.”

"Without a better vantage on the situation, I cannot judge them with any certainty. But I see little reason why they would attempt to trap you with kindness for some other purpose. They would gain nothing by doing so, and if they have been here for any length of time, they must know that. You will eventually escape their grasp by returning home, and they will forget you." It was a shame that he would do so as well. Maybe in the Void, he would remember this place.

"It may be sentimentality. It may be that this place has changed them. But for now, we cannot know. These were people who you approached as Lucky?" He had watched the first exchanges on the network, just to be certain Boba had successfully hidden his identity.

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