Don’t think about Jango Fett and the moment that a Kaminoan doctor put a tiny bundled clone in his arms.
Don’t think about Jango Fett looking down at this wee little scrap of humanity and realizing that yes this is my son.
Don’t think about Jango holding his son close and whispering, “Boba. Your name is Boba.”
Just- don’t think about it, okay?
Seriously guys. What did I tell you?
DON’T THINK ABOUT IT!
Also, don’t think about the six millions clones Jango also fathered but never gave a bantha’s ass about either.
Don’t think about them dying and hurting and being treated like animals by people like Palpatine, Krell or the Kaminoans.
Don’t think about them having no family but the brothers they keep losing day after day, and that just because Jango was a greedy son of a Hutt who didn’t think one second about what his clones’ lives would be because it made him rich and gave him a son (although I’m sure he loved Boba very much, truly, deeply cared for his well being and did his best to raise him – which, I won’t deny it, is cute).
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