AN: Just a forewarning. This is unbetaed. My beta had a lot of real life stuff happening to them in the last couple of weeks so I will let them get back on track for now. Hope you enjoy.

Landing and securing the ship went rather quickly. From one moment to another they were hovering over the city and the next they landed in a secured hangar. Air control had sat up straighter as soon as Boba's name was mentioned. Was he that infamous? What was she thinking…? Of course he was. Even she had heard of him. It had been horrifying how the guy's eyes had widened had the haste in which he had granted landing authorization. She did not want to know what he had done to make landing authorities stand straighter than an Imperial officer. Cringing she shook the thought away. Pondering on such things will not change her situation in the slightest. Right now she needed to concentrate on how she'd escape. Preferably without any trace.

Given that she was with Boba on a planet she did not know anything about… she might as well walk away blindfolded. To say she was fucked did not even begin to describe her situation adequately.

Now would they stay on the ship or would they go somewhere else to live?

"Get up," Boba commanded roughly to answer her question. This time she did not flinch when his blaster was cocked somewhere near her head. What a surprise… It had gotten really old by now. Sighing she stood up from the seat. Might as well comply for now. Boba had been jumpier than usual ever since he had woken up from her treatment. What had been so wrong about her treating him? She had done the right decision. Definitely no doubt on… was she sure? Even he said that she was a fool for doing so. But she was not him nor should she care what had been done.

It was done. Done and over with. Best to just move on. Like when the doctor could not save someone and they died during surgery. Her first one had been devastating until he had brought her back to reality. What was done is done. All she could do was move forward.

Just how was she to move forward with Boba on her heels? Literally!

If he quit being so jumpy, she could at least relax a bit too! She was not going to bolt. Yet. But not now. Way too tired, her muscles cramped still from the awkward treatment position. Definitely in no shape to even attempt to run from him again. For now.

The sun bit her eyes harshly when they finally emerged from the spaceport. Squinting she stumbled alongside Boba who was not affected by it. She nearly wondered how he did it. Nearly. Stupid. His helmet most likely balanced out the lighting levels. Once she was out of this all, she had to get a helmet. Two uses! One to hide her face and prevention from stabbing pains. Maybe it was a lesser advantage, but really… she wanted to be petty!

She was in her right to be petty! Screw being the level headed medic! If she had to suffer Boba Fett, he might as well suffer having her!

At least the town was pretty. Grumbling to herself she watched as happy children bounded past her chasing a hover ball and adults going in and out of buildings. No one noticed them. Was that good or bad?

Bad. Everyone should notice she was in distress. See the stupid collar and see she was here against her will!

What then though? She stopped when it hit her. Even if they saw it and made the connection, why would they care? Would they think she was a slave? Who would be foolish enough to try and free someone's property? Especially Boba's? No one was that stupid.

Not as stupid as Soren… She winced visibly when Boba's hand clamped on her shoulder when her thoughts turned to Soren. His fingers dug into her shoulder bones uncomfortably making her thoughts scramble from … she couldn't even finish the thought.

"This way," he said simply pulling her into a street away from the market and its noise and bustling masses. Had he noticed her thoughts turning to something painful? Was she that obvious? Maybe she should learn how to make her face more blank? Though even if why would he care?

Coincidence.

Where was he planning on taking them? The buildings seemed all the same, except maybe a flower pot there, a curtain. But other than that? She had no clue where she was. The stream of people had lessened but it was still there. This time she looked at them now. Who were those people? What was this world? Was it like on Teth where people had to hide from the rest of the galaxy? Like her?

Most of them wore tunics. No weapons to be seen on belts, at least they were not openly visible. But… she did see armoured people carrying weapons. Though like with the civilians their postures were relaxed, shoulders not tensed, nor did their eyes flit across the people around them. Not like the inhabitants of Teth did subconsciously.

Mostly civilians then.

They were probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Wasn't the point in laying low? What was Boba thinking? Was he trying to pass off like the other armoured people whatever their business here was?

Smugglers? Bounty hunters? Mercenaries?

She looked over to Boba who kept his eyes, at least from what she saw with the helmet on, on the street in front of them. The hand on her shoulder was still there, keeping her right beside him. He didn't look like he had nearly died a day ago from an infected wound and contaminated bacta. How did he do it? Really. She had treated patients like that before. They had been knocked out for days before being able to shuffle around awkwardly from that. Men….

They rounded a corner into a broader street. So… a parallel street to the market place connected by streets going away from it. Huh, she had to keep it in mind for any escape plans she'd come up with later on. She turned her head more to the side to glance backwards to see if there were any significant markers she could use to identify that street.

Not subtle enough. Boba leaned to her side and pushed her face forward again with his shoulder. Then his helmet pushed against the top of her head, making her freeze up from the proximity.

"Don't even think about it," he said lowly while tightening the grip on her shoulder. Damn him! A shiver ran up her spine at the threat. Of course. She was so stupid. Hanging her head now against the armour of his shoulder, she watched as he moved them further down the street without slowing down.

He had been here before. There was no other way given how confidently he was steering towards somewhere. What it was she'd just have to see.

Wait and see. Patience. Master Renstan, was patience really going to save her here?

That was when she saw the uniformed men. All in black leathers and rifles in front of them. As if they were waiting for trouble to jump into their paths. She tensed and stumbled when her feet disobeyed her. Only Boba's grip saved her from falling. He only tugged her to the side, letting the men walk past them. What were they?

She opened her mouth to ask Boba, but then snapped it shut. No. No talking to Boba. Though, the motion had been seen and for some reason he knew what she had wanted to ask.

"Those are the enforcers here," he explained simply making her jump slightly. How had he known she would have asked that? Shuddering she tried to shrink away from his touch, but couldn't from how tightly he kept her in his grip.

Enforcers? Like a policing body? Like in Corusc… no she would not delve into this right now.

They couldn't be trusted. Wait… she could trust them! Surely they'd help a kidnapped girl? Remember Soren! He tried to rescue her… Boba would kill them. She should not endanger any more people on her behalf. In the end she would have to rescue herself. If only she could do it.

What… now who was that? Her eyes had fallen onto a creature standing in a doorway to her left.

Was that a bird? She frowned at the being that had a beak and a body covered in feathers. It even had wings! What was that species? It was definitely sentient. Pieces of a conversation in basic drifted over to them as they walked past. For some reason she could not take her eyes off.

How come she had never heard of the species? Cause… No. No dwelling on it. Then the sun's light hit the feathers and they shone so brilliantly orange that her mouth fell open in wonder.

But then she was violently turned into another direction. What the…? She wanted to see more! More tugging and she stumbled along. Fine. Whatever! She looked straight into Boba's visor in protest. Seriously? All she did was look.

"Don't stare," he stated and she cringed at the slight tone of reprimand could be heard. Was it rude? "I have never seen a species like this before," her defense slipped out before she could bite her tongue. Boba seemed to pause slightly. As if to think on his answer. But they never slowed down.

"They are the native species from Rishi. Next time you see a species you have never seen before, do not stare at them like an object on display in a shop," he explained quietly ushering her into another street. Away from the colourful feathers.

Oh. She felt… ashamed? The horrible burning in her gut was the same when the doctor had chided her for all the pranks she had pulled with Soren. Back then… She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her temple into the cold hard armour.

The one thing she should be aware of, she screwed up. How often had the doctor drilled into her head to never stare at wounds openly? This was the same concept. She would have been a bad medic.

But what was she then? A bad medic was still a medic. For now. What she'd give for the doctor to hold her in his arms and soothe her tears…

No comforting words came though. Only a rough hand on her shoulder, and hard metal against her temple. It would not do to cry now. There had been no tears on Teth. Why now? At least they didn't come and after a couple of deep breaths she could stare in front of her again.

She had no clue where they were, what way they had taken. Had it been all a plot from Boba's side? To distract her? It wouldn't surprise her if he had used it to throw her off. But… what he said was still true, right?

It was. She was just an idiot.

Boba suddenly stopped in front of a larger building. Music could be heard inside of it. Cantina music. A cantina? Somewhere to sleep? Was he seriously thinking of staying in a cantina?

She was confused. How long would they stay here? Wasn't it a bad place? Looking to the side she saw how busy people were around them. How easy would it be for her to blend in? Rather easy. But… that would mean he had a way of keeping track of her. One she had not discovered and she would be foolish to try anything.

Bastard. He knew!

Before she could say something he pulled her inside, the smell of alcohol hitting her nose and she recoiled from how strong it was. Bah. Even Teth's little hole hadn't been that bad!

No one looked up or the ones who did seemed disinterested. As if it was every day the most feared bounty hunter walked in with someone in tow. Somehow she did not want to know what that was the case.

Eyes front. Do not pay attention to them. They would not help her.

Two Weequay were rushing around the bar, filling drinks or demanded credits. So they owned this place? Or just staff.

One of them, a male, saw them first.

"Oi, long time no see Fett!" he waved at Boba with a dirty rag. The patron between him and Boba stiffened.

It was almost amusing how quickly that patron vacated the chair he had previously occupied. What was Boba's reputation here that people voluntarily left their seats if he stepped in? Maybe she should know before planning any further escape routes. Without involving anyone. That was going to be difficult.

"Ever the gracious host Monts," Boba retorted sarcastically, pushing her forward until her knees bumped into the seat where the patron had been a minute ago.

"So where have ya been Fett?" Then Monts noticed her and his eyes grew smaller. Almost like Soren's, she swallowed, when he was about to tease, "Ohhh. Picked someone up," he waggled his eyebrows at Boba who only cocked his head to the side in response. Whatever it meant between them caused the Weequay to burst into laughter.

"Aight, I will stop," Monts proclaimed setting the rag down, his face growing serious.

"Ya gonna spend money or stand here all day?" He asked causing Boba to chuckle this time. The vibrations going through his hands on her shoulders. This was confusing. She never had that with Soren. No stop thinking… she was a lost cause.

"I need a room," Boba explained, one hand leaving her shoulder and something behind her rustled. Then a bag of credits was plopped in front of on the bar. Monts did not hesitate to open the bag to peer inside.

"Huh, a couple of days?" Monts looked up "I see you won't stay with an old friend." Was that supposed to be a joke? It had been delivered really flatly.

"Business, Monts," Boba responded and this time she heard the smirk. So yes, a joke. He had humour?

"Ahh, it is always business," Monts winked and then swiped the bag of money off the bar. Wait hold on? Had he lain low with others before her?

Of course. If she had the energy she'd have face-palmed. He had mentioned that the rates of laying low were as usual. Of course it was usual. But it hadn't meant specifically here?

"Ya know the way, Fett. I need to stay here," Monts nonchalantly waved them off dismissively. Boba chortled this time. It was a deep rich laughter, a bit modulated but she felt it nonetheless. How was someone like Boba Fett capable of being friendly?

Boba guided her towards the back of the room, past the bar and onto a staircase. Her feet were sluggish when lifted.

He had been before. No shut up, she needed to concentrate on the fact he was the enemy. Way easier to hate… She didn't actually. Grounding her when she woke up without the Force. Soren… he saved her from that. Saved her from…

Agh. No, she was not going back to it. Forget what he had done. She was still with him and had to get away. Anything that made him seem more… human was just going to hinder her. No. She was getting out of this. Master Renstan did not rescue her from the burning temple for her to fall into the Empire's hands later. No. She owed him that much.

Boba would tear up the planet looking for her though. She'd need allies. Allies that had a chance of either fooling Boba or holding their own against him.

Was it even right of her to pull more people in? Soren… He had tried. He tried to kill her. Would it have been a mercy? She froze up. Mercy?

The hands on her shoulders tightened and tried to gently push her forward. Mercy? Mercy?! No. Yes? NO!

The hands snaked underneath her armpits, making her shiver. He was too close! But her feet would not obey either. Soren had wanted her to not deal with this. For him death would have been a mercy for her. The Force had felt so wrong when he pointed the blaster at her face. Had it wanted her to survive back then? Why would it want her to be a Sith apprentice?

She felt herself being hauled up the stairs now. Again… she was doing this again. Get a grip. She took a deep breath and released it. Finally… finally she could lift one of her legs on her own accord. The arm across her chest loosened a bit when Boba realized she was there again.

He was doing it again. Being friendly….

Oh stop questioning it.

There were doors strewn around the staircase and they kept walking further up. Were they going to be at the very top? Silence hung heavily between them and it itched beneath her skin how something unspoken was hovering between them.

Why would it matter if something was unspoken between them? They were captor and captured. It was simple. Should be simple.

Then it was a simple answer to it all. Death was a mercy. But then why did the Force tell her that it was not? Why did she want to live so badly on Teth?

They stopped in front of a door. It was made of wood. A strange sight really. Normally the doors she had seen were out of metal. Curious.

Finally she was aware again. How close Boba still was, his chest armour digging into her shoulder blades and the sharp edges of his helmet digging painfully into her skull. She started to squirm, to get away from the sharp pain. He sighed.

"Back then?" he commented flatly while pushing the door open and guiding her in. She stumbled over the threshold into a small room. It was smaller than her apartment but… it wasn't supposed to be. A bed and there was another room to their right. Presumably the fresher.

She did not answer Boba. There was no need for that, he already knew she was there again.

"How long as we staying here?" She asked instead, turning around to face him. His helmet was still up and her hands itched to remove it. It would be better to face him face to face. Was it? A helmet was easier to yell at.

Though, did it matter? She could not just disregard what he had done that was good to her either. Wasn't that also why she treated him? The choice was made, she had to stick with it. Good or bad. It no longer mattered.

"A couple of days," Boba answered while removing his helmet. She was taken aback, his eyes were on hers. It felt weird. Even without the Force it felt like… she was not even sure what it was. As if something else was looming over them.

"I thought you said a couple of months?" It came out as a squeak. She cringed slightly. If only a few days, she would have to start planning now and fast.

Boba started chuckling.

"It will be months, yes. But we will go somewhere where you…" He intensified his stare on her face, she had to swallow, "can't run away too easily."

He shot her a grin then and she had to bite her tongue to not hiss at him.

"Do you really think that you are the first person I had kidnapped?" He remarked bluntly, turning around to lock the door. The soft clicking of the lock being shut rang in her ears. There was always the window right? She glanced over to a tiny window next to the bed.

"The window is five stories above ground and it is locked," Boba informed her from behind making her turn her head back to him. He had thought this all through then.

"I suppose you are the best for something then," she retorted before she could kick herself. He stared at her for a moment. Had she managed to stun him? Then he started laughing.

"Aye, I am not the best for nothing," he pushed past her setting his helmet onto a table opposite the bed. She stared at the back of his head as he walked past her. The hair was sticking from his skull in all directions. They both needed a long and relaxing visit to the fresher. He needed to clean his bandages, clean the site of wounds.

Speaking of which…

"You need to get new bacta patches," she blurted out making him turn around, his face stunned. He didn't move, just continued staring at her. It made her twitch. Seriously? She had treated him, she was going to continue to care about his treatment.

"How many times do I have to call you a fool?" He snapped now, the light interaction from before completely gone. Snuffed out. His eyes had a hard glint to them now, boring into hers. To search for something? A cold shudder ran down her spine. Why was he so touchy about this? She only wanted to make sure he did not die of an infection. How was that bad?

She opened her mouth, but what could she say what he hadn't heard before? Closing her mouth, she stared back at him. Was it worth getting into a fight over this? No. Sometimes even the doc had to let the patients rage first and then come back. Maybe she should do that?

But hadn't she been doing that already? He just kept walking right over her, even now!

There was no point in talking back. She knew she had done the right thing. What he thought did not and should not affect her. Though, somehow she couldn't make herself detach from that. Sighing she looked down first.

Silence fell over them again, neither of them shifting from where they were standing. She kept staring at his armoured boots.

"If you think that treating me has gained you a favour, you are dead wrong," he hissed quietly and it made her snap her head back up. What? Again with that argument?!

A favour? Did he really think she did it so he'd be obliged to let her go? She continued staring dumbly at him. This had nothing to do with that! Her voice was gone, gone somewhere and swallowed in a black hole. Was there anything so say? No. Pointless.

He kept staring at her as if he'd get an answer through that. Setting her jaw, she decided she would have to tell him. Eventually.

"I did it because it was the right thing to do," she said slowly, this time keeping her eyes trained on his face. Not a muscle twitched on his face, his expression blank. A pause. Then he raised one eyebrow.

"If that is the case," he answered, "then you are a bigger fool than I thought."

Fine. Let her be the fool. Seemed like she would not be able to convince him otherwise. Let him think he knew what she was up to. She was not going to correct him. She kept staring at him, not bothering to answer since it would be just wasted energy.

"Sit down," his voice had grown sterner, deadlier and he motioned to the chair cramped into one corner of the room. She hesitated but his hands were on her shoulders in a heartbeat pushing her not so gently towards it and suddenly whirled her around. Her feet weren't fast enough to keep up with the motion causing her knees to buckle. She fell onto the chair hard. Wincing at the impact, she looked straight back up to Boba who fixed her with an ice cold glare. She had to swallow in her fear.

"Listen and listen well. You are my prisoner," he emphasized the last word his hands gripping her shoulders more tightly now.

She frowned at that. Why did he feel the need to say it out loud? The collar on her neck was enough of a reminder of that fact. When she did not respond he continued after briefly searching her face for something.

"You will always be near me at all times. The only time you will be alone is in this room. That collar?" one of his hands wandered from her shoulder to her neck, tapping the collar with one finger. She flinched when the palm of his hand settled where her neck met her shoulder. It made him pause for a moment, but he didn't seem too caught up on it.

"If you try and escape, you will be cuffed again," he continued. Just cuffed? A bit lenient… Her frown deepened and he answered her unspoken assumption.

"Both hands and feet," his stare grew into a glower. She shrank away from it. Who knew he could sound so annoyed?

"Now consider the lack of cuffs as my thanks for treating me," his voice had gotten a bit softer. Surprised she opened her mouth to say… what exactly? Thank you? Was this a favour? Yes that was it. Why go back on his word?

"You said that I wouldn't get any favours from you?" She questioned. Curiosity making her bold. He stiffened, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It is not a favour. A favour would be me letting you go. This is my thanks. Do not make me regret that," he explained and the pinched lips and hard glint in his eyes made her look at him more closely. Surely that meant it was a limited favour?

No she would not question him further. She did not need to antagonize him further. For now. For now she needed him lenient. So she had a better chance.

"Now," he lowered himself down in front of her, his face level with hers now. His hand that had rested on her collarbone went back to her shoulder. She frowned. What was happening? Her eyes were trained on his. If she looked away now, she'd show she was weak. Not when she didn't know what he was trying to do.

Too close! Her chest tightened when his intense stare settled closer to her and she had to swallow heavily.

"Now tell me what happened on that bridge," he asked calmly.

Her eyes widened. He meant what happened with Soren? No. She was not thinking about it. No. Shaking her head she looked anywhere but at his face. He could not make her think about this. She refused! Not ready to go back... not to the way his face had twisted into shock when he fell. Shaking her head harder she squeezed her eyes shut to unsee it.

Hands were on her face now and forced her to stop shaking it. She forced her eyes shut tighter. He would not have this power over her. No.

Soren's face swam in front of her suddenly. NO! Her eyes flew open and she stared in deep brown eyes and not light blue ones. Breathe. It was Boba. The one who saved her. He looked pensive at her. His eyes were hooded as he looked at her. Studying her.

"That man had been a friend," it was no question. A statement. How did he know? How?

"How do you know?" She croaked. All she could focus on were his eyes who grew warmer? Was that possible?

"You had your back turned to him. A deep situated trust to do that in your situation," he explained and she felt herself nodding.

"But explain to me why did he try and shoot you," he asked and it was like a fist being driven into her stomach leaving her winded. Breath escaped her and her head swirled. She knew that Soren had tried to kill her. But hearing it said out loud? It was like a slap in the face.

"He did," why did she feel the need to talk about this? She was handing him her weaknesses! Stop!

"But that was not why you collapsed," again why did he say it if he already knew? This was confusing. Why did he care to know?

"Why are you asking?"

"You mentioned a temple, you called me Master Renstan. You were somewhere else," he continued keeping her eyes on him his thumbs near her nose. Was that what was grounding her mind to reality at the moment? How did he know what to do? Was he clueing in on… Please no.

"You were back to that day. Order 66," his face grew softer but she only saw Kine's murderer. Fight. Flee. Her hands were shaking while her chest grew ice cold as she practically smelled the burning flesh again making her stomach twist. She was on Drog II. Not on Coruscant. She was safe.

"How did you escape?" The voice brought her back. This was Boba. Not the one who killed Kine. He killed Soren. To save her.

Something cold ran down her nose. Tears? Since when was she crying? Confused she lifted a hand to wipe at it, but Boba wiped it away with a thumb. She froze. Only Master Renstan had ever done that. He had no right to do so.

No right at all! Who did he think he was? Compassionate was not who he was. How dare he pretend he had an ounce of it! He had not rejected her burying her nose into his neck… That wasn't compassion! That… was… UGH! She did not know. Shoulders stiffening, she felt herself growing tenser, like a tensed coil ready to spring. Yell, rage, anything.

Though it would not serve her to yell at him, her eyes relaxed as did her posture. She could not risk losing her relative freedom of movement now. Not for something that was a decade old. Though what should she say?

A croak escaped her when she opened her mouth to answer. Hastily she closed it again. Truth or a lie? Truth. Had he ever lied to her?

So far he hadn't. Might as well return the favour.

"Someone saved me before I could be killed," she said quietly, remembering how Master Renstan and her had hid for weeks in the bowels of Coruscant before being smuggled off world by the Organas. Boba did not answer, only regarded her for a second.

"Someone pointing a blaster at you caused it?" He asked after a moment. She looked at him closely now. Why would he want to know? Why? Why care what made her remember?

"Someone I trusted," she added. He already knew. Might as well save energy and not hide it all. Her limbs felt heavy. As if remembering had made her sleepy. Her eyes widened.

Bastard. He had made her talk… It was as if her head cleared. Weak! Breathe…. Breathe…

Her vision narrowed on his face, black edges closing in like a ring. Her hands had curled around his wrists when he had gotten ahead of her trying to wipe her tears away. How easy would it be to sink her nails into his skin… He now knew what happened to her and why. Would he abuse it? Yes he would.

Fight! Her hands cramped suddenly. How tightly had she been gripping his wrists? His face showed nothing if he knew what she was grappling with. As if he was waiting for something…

Think this through. If she started fighting him, if she started clawing at him… she had to take a shuddering breath. Then… he'd most likely bind her again and her chance to flee gone.

He did that on purpose. To make her lash out. So he could justify binding her again.

Manipulative son of a Hutt! He wanted an excuse to cuff her! To make it seem like it was justified. That was why he said he would not grant her a favour! Technically it was a favour, but he had always been planning on taking it away as soon as he made her lash out.

Clever. Might have worked on anyone else. But by the Force. She was not going to play along. No. He was going to eat his words. Maybe shove it up his butt too.

Looking up, she glared sharply at his face to see any smugness. None. There was none! That made no sense? Surely he'd relish in her nearly losing it.

"I see," he replied simply, his thumbs retreating from her cheekbones back to holding her face still by her temples. Certainly didn't seem like he had been baiting her. He definitely did, had been really subtle about it though. She continued to glare at him. His eyes still were on hers and she knew he was trying to get more secrets out of it. What else he could want she did not know.

He already knew most of it.

"I know the name you called me," he suddenly said. What? Her mouth fell open in shock.

How?! Before she could formulate a coherent sentence in her head he continued.

"This Master Renstan you mentioned. I have seen him," he explained further. When? After he had left her on Teth?

"When?" Her voice was wavering and so quiet. Get a grip. Was he okay? Was he… still alive? Why did he leave her?! She had needed him to teach her, tell her what she was sometimes sensing was normal.

"Five years ago on Taris," he answered, shifting on his feet slightly. Five years ago. Taris? The planet that once used to be a waste land turned near city planet again? Did that mean he was dead?

"Did you…" she left the rest unsaid. Boba knew immediately what she meant, cocking his head to the side regarding her intently as if thinking of a reply.

"Kill him?" he bit back a laugh," No I did not."

Nothing else? She searched his face for any indication that he lied. But… she wanted to hope. Hope that he was still alive.

"You did not hunt him?" She had to know. If he was being hunted.

"No," that was unexpected. If he wasn't hunted then why did he dump her on Teth? Without an explanation without a goodbye?

"He was not on Teth," he stated. She stared to a point past his shoulder. It should be answer enough. What he thought the answer was she would leave up to him. Honestly, she did not know either.

"Did you really expect a Jedi to stick around?" His tone had grown too cold, making her shiver. What? How did he know?

"What do you mean?" She was stalling. Probably clear as day to him what she was doing. Didn't stop her from trying. He sighed. She looked back at him, he looked tired. Dark circles underneath his eyes were apparent now in the light. Was it evening or morning? There was no way to tell. He looked human now. It was confusing.

"Jedi do not form attachments," he drawled now. She knew that. There was no emotion, there was peace. That line had been drilled into her early on. But they still had a duty of care nonetheless?

"I know," what was he getting at?

"That Jedi did not care what became of you, so he left you," he said emphasising 'left' with a harsh spat. What? No! Renstan cared! Surely he left her on Teth for valid reasons? Right? But… why would he leave her if he hadn't been hunted? She opened her mouth to contradict him, but the words choked themselves on their way through her throat.

"No, he must have had a good reason to…" she found her voice her again and fired back. But he didn't let her go further.

"The Jedi were murderers."

She blinked. Huh? What? No? What was he going on about? Her ability to speak was… gone. He was still staring her down.

"They meddled in the civil war. Slaughtered everyone," he hissed making her press herself into the back of the chair. What civil war? Slaughter? No. They were always kind, warm… She shook her head. No. Lies! Remember, he hadn't lied to her yet… Why would he now? This was big! Was he trying to make it easier for Darth Vader to mold her?

"You are lying," She whispered hoarsely back. There was no way this was true. No.

"They killed my father," he insisted and now her stomach fell to her knees. No. They wouldn't do that! The Jedi were good, always strove for peace! Surely? They had fought to end the war! Not to kill everyone! His father?

"Your father?" She squeaked. Who was his father? This was all wrong! Maybe a misunderstanding!

"Ever heard of Jango Fett?" Who? She shook her head. Never heard of the man. Boba's father. Why would the Jedi murder him? That couldn't be. He was messing with her.

"No," she bit back and she saw him deflate, looking lost.

"No?" He asked for confirmation.

"No?" Why he insisted on asking was beyond her. There were a lot of people in this galaxy. How would she know this one single person? Seriously, she was not the Force….

"A Jedi killed my father, that is all you need to know," she swallowed at how disgusted he sounded. He had hated the Jedi before they were even hunted down like animals.

Something hot flared up in her stomach. How dare he? How dare he lie to her face about something like that? The Jedi were good. Not monsters!

"No," she spat back. Surely she deserved not be lied at after having treated him?

"I watched it happen," his voice grew lower his eyes got this hard glint again and… fear gripped her throat choking out any retorts she might have had.

"Watched how my father had no time to fight back, when the Jedi cut off his hand and then his head…" his face was so close now and she gasped. Beheaded? That was barbaric! A Jedi wouldn't do this! She refused to believe this. It was just a lie. Right? If she could just sense…

Shuddering violently she shrank away from his face, away from his overbearing presence that was there even without the Force to sense it. If that were true…by the Force, she shouldn't even think that far.

Though… if true, what had the Jedi been truly?

AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. And really I love all the reviews I had gotten so far! Made my day. Heck I nearly squealed in one of my lectures when I get such an email notification. Thank you :) Also thank you to all the follows and favourites I have received as well.

Note: The massacre/civil war Boba is talking about is the battle on Galidraan. Death Watch manipulated the situation in such a way that the Jedi that they slaughtered a group of Mandalorians to protect Death Watch. An event that according to some people started Dooku doubting the Jedi. Furthermore the sole survivor of that was Jango Fett.

Please review, follow or favourite should you wish to. As I said this was edited without a beta. If anything seems weird, please point it out and I will try to edit the chapter and replace it after.