the assassin is tied up on his knees, seething as he glares at Boba Fett. (voice raised, furious) "You think you can scare me into talking? Go ahead—kill me! I won’t say a damn word!"
He spits at Fett’s feet, his face twisted with rage. "You’ll never get anything from me. Not a name, not a location—nothing! "
He leans forward, straining against his bonds, eyes burning with defiance. "I’d rather die than give you the satisfaction! "
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