I am the hunter; he is the prey, or is he. I was never one to turn down a job, nor have I been one to feel pity. So why am I starting now, with this young man barely more than a boy? Perhaps it is because he knows what is in store for him yet he does not cower or plead, like the countless before him. The man in front of me merely looks at me an expression of defiance mixed with an acceptance of fate on his face. What is the proverb "never do harm to a person who says nothing, there is something dangerous in the silence"? I let him go, let no one ever say I don't have my moments. I don't know why I let him go but I did. Maybe it is out of respect for his departed father. Maybe it is because we are alike, hunters alone. Perhaps it is for the best, I have a feeling we will meet again, and I do not want him as an enemy. No, I don't wish that young man as an enemy. I feel that fate has great thing in store for Boba Fett.
So what do you think? I thought about writing a fic about this character and a younger Fett. Review and tell me what you think about the idea, thanks for reading.
