The distance of the question, like they're just discussing Luke's parentage, makes all of this a little easier. And it feels more true, anyway--her own parents died four years ago, not yesterday, no matter how her brother might feel.

What'd be easier still would be Han just understanding what she means, so they could move on from this and get to the part where his eyes narrow and he jabs a finger in her face. But this is Han she's talking with; one gets used to having to spell everything out in bright, bold Aurebesh.

(It's probably better that she does, anyway.)

"No." Her fingertips dig into the back of Han's hand until she can feel the bones under his flesh. This is it--this is the end of all of it. If there was a way to curl even closer to him without ending up on his lap, she'd do it. "Because he was his father."

Even if it was only for scant minutes that actually counted, she has the feeling that Luke will carry those with him forever.