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[myownprice]

Then why are you inviting me? You already know I’m not Lucky. Or any other cadet.

[ct_7567]

You're Jango's son. That makes you a Mandalorian, doesn't it?

[myownprice]

[The mention of his father catches Boba off-guard, ashamed as he would be to admit it. He didn’t know that clones actually knew anything about the man whose DNA they shared and aside from that—it’s been a long time since anyone knew Boba as someone’s son.

But that’s not the issue here. The issue is the offer itself. It doesn't make sense.]

Why are you still trying to help me?

[ct_7567]

Because it's not right that you don't know Mando'a. And I'm the only one here that can teach you.

[myownprice]

[Without the tempering influence of the “Lucky” facade, Boba’s response to Rex’s phrasing is immediate.]

You don’t get to decide what’s right and wrong for me.

[He’s not a clone cadet. He won’t allow himself to be shaped into one—and maybe that’s why Rex still seems intent to have him around. Maybe he thinks he can turn Boba into Lucky again with enough effort.

...Unfortunately, he’s right that Boba should learn Mando’a and that he’s the only one who can teach him.]

I’ll go, if it’s my own choice. Not because you ordered me to.

[ct_7567]

And when exactly did I order you to do anything? You asked for my opinion. I gave it. That's on you, kid.

[myownprice]

I wasn’t asking for your opinion.

[He wasn’t, at least not to his thinking. He’d been asking about Rex’s motivations—what he stood to gain by helping Boba, what ultimate end goal was being served. To Boba, such things are as solid as steel, far beyond the realm of opinion and belief.

But Rex isn’t ordering him. At least he knows that much now.]

I’ll be there.

[ct_7567]

Fine.

Next time, don't be late.