They never take their helmets off, but Boba can feel the way they stare at him, almost as if waiting for him to malfunction any second.

He's not sure whether they envy or pity the fact that he's the only one who isn't genetically modified, that he's the only son — but ultimately, it doesn't matter.

The clone guards treat Boba as much like an inmate as they do anyone else in here, and that's fine, really; Boba is a single child as far as he's concerned, and anyway, he'll be out of here and making his way through the galaxy soon enough.