It's indeed hard to believe—if anything, it sounds exactly like the type of lie someone would tell to cajole him into calming down.
"That doesn't make sense," Boba says tersely. "How can time pass on one planet and not another?"
He wants to believe it, though. He wants to believe that at any moment, he could blink back to Tatooine with no time lost at all, without even a memory of this place to distract him from his course. Maybe that's why he mistrusts it so much; it's just too good to be true.
Right now, he'll focus on what he knows to be real: the ships.
"So they could fly wherever we wanted them to if we had access to who or whatever was controlling them."
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"That doesn't make sense," Boba says tersely. "How can time pass on one planet and not another?"
He wants to believe it, though. He wants to believe that at any moment, he could blink back to Tatooine with no time lost at all, without even a memory of this place to distract him from his course. Maybe that's why he mistrusts it so much; it's just too good to be true.
Right now, he'll focus on what he knows to be real: the ships.
"So they could fly wherever we wanted them to if we had access to who or whatever was controlling them."
Sounds like a target if there ever was one.