[Boba watches Canderous’s reaction, fascinated. For him, Canderous Ordo has always been Mandalore the Preserver: a hero out of an ancient legend, far larger than life. It’s hard to imagine the man before he was Mandalore, but Boba realizes that’s exactly who he’s meeting now—a person who had no idea of the future he would have or even if his people would have a future at all.
It’s when Canderous begins speaking of the ways of the Mandalorians, hand heavy on his shoulder, that Boba starts to feel the gravity of the situation over its novelty—and with it, a flash of misgiving. He knows what he does from stories and lessons; he never lived with Mandalorians aside from his father, never met his own clan that was all but wiped out before he was born, never set foot on Mandalore or Concord Dawn. It should be his father telling Canderous all this, not him.
But his father isn’t here. Boba can only try to be a worthy substitute.]
Cur’eta’olan simir’e be'chaaj ner oyayc, haar Mando’ade su cuyi.
{Translation: “4,000 years after your life, the Mandalorians live on.”}
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It’s when Canderous begins speaking of the ways of the Mandalorians, hand heavy on his shoulder, that Boba starts to feel the gravity of the situation over its novelty—and with it, a flash of misgiving. He knows what he does from stories and lessons; he never lived with Mandalorians aside from his father, never met his own clan that was all but wiped out before he was born, never set foot on Mandalore or Concord Dawn. It should be his father telling Canderous all this, not him.
But his father isn’t here. Boba can only try to be a worthy substitute.]
Cur’eta’olan simir’e be'chaaj ner oyayc, haar Mando’ade su cuyi.
{Translation: “4,000 years after your life, the Mandalorians live on.”}