[Boba huffs out a frustrated breath, because that's nice and all but it's not what he's trying to say! His head is beginning to hurt.
(He doesn't know how to even begin dealing with most of what Branch said. He tries not to think about the other clones more than he has to. It's easier to let himself be resentful of all the ways they've hurt him than the confusing tangle of emotions that crops up in his gut when he thinks about them as people.)]
It's not about that. It's... it's...
Being a clone means something to Rex-- to every one of his brothers. It means something to the whole galaxy! But that's not what it means to me because I'm not one of them. But they always think I am, or that I should be, even though I'm not! I never have been!
[Boba doesn't realize that his shoulders are shaking.]
And no one can make me. I don't care what some stupid Republic judge says. I don't care what Miguel says!
[This is why he needs to leave. At least on Coruscant he couldn't get tricked into thinking he was safe! This place, these people, are dangerous.
He's already said too much. Why did he tell Branch all this? He feels confused and conflicted and so angry and he doesn't know what to do!
Boba takes the helmet in his hands and, with a cry, throws it against the opposite wall. He curls in on himself, grits his teeth, and buries his fists in his hair. He wishes Branch would yell. He wishes someone would lock him up already. He's been waiting for them to do it. Why do they have to act so nice?]
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(He doesn't know how to even begin dealing with most of what Branch said. He tries not to think about the
otherclones more than he has to. It's easier to let himself be resentful of all the ways they've hurt him than the confusing tangle of emotions that crops up in his gut when he thinks about them as people.)]It's not about that. It's... it's...
Being a clone means something to Rex-- to every one of his brothers. It means something to the whole galaxy! But that's not what it means to me because I'm not one of them. But they always think I am, or that I should be, even though I'm not! I never have been!
[Boba doesn't realize that his shoulders are shaking.]
And no one can make me. I don't care what some stupid Republic judge says. I don't care what Miguel says!
[This is why he needs to leave. At least on Coruscant he couldn't get tricked into thinking he was safe! This place, these people, are dangerous.
He's already said too much. Why did he tell Branch all this? He feels confused and conflicted and so angry and he doesn't know what to do!
Boba takes the helmet in his hands and, with a cry, throws it against the opposite wall. He curls in on himself, grits his teeth, and buries his fists in his hair. He wishes Branch would yell. He wishes someone would lock him up already. He's been waiting for them to do it. Why do they have to act so nice?]