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[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.