Everlong by The Foo Fighters
Jango slammed his fist against the reinforced hull of Slave I. How could he have been so stupid? "I should've gone for the Jedi…" He muttered angrily to himself. He drove his fist into the hull again. He had finally found had what he had been robbed of when he was a child. He had finally found a family. He had found somebody who he had cared for and who wanted to help him be happy and he had destroyed everything in a moment of mistrust. Each time he thought he had suppressed it, his old self always came back to haunt him. He hadn't needed to kill Zam. He knew that now, but what did it matter? She was dead. He had killed her. This was why a bounty hunter had to be free of attachments, Jango knew and had always known, When you worked in the business of death, it was inevitable that people around you would be put in danger. Death didn't care what you thought of the person or how much or little you cared for them. In the end it always won.