[Boba snorts, despite himself, at Branch's threat.

He tries to find a way to explain it to him. He feels like he barely understands it himself.]

Clones aren't people.

[No, that's not what he wants to say.]

I'm a person, and I'm a clone, but I'm not- I'm not-

Argh!

[Why can't Boba explain it? It makes sense in his head, but he can't find the words.]

The clones are all brothers. All of them, but not me. I've never had a brother, but I have a father. None of them have a father.

[It's the only way he can think to put it.

Boba is the one true clone-- the unaltered copy. The one who was chosen and raised and loved.

Jango's legacy.

He looks into the visor of the cheap, mass-produced replica of his father's helmet. He sees his own warped face looking back at him.]