maybe it’s a tiny bit spoilery but i
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maybe it’s a tiny bit spoilery but i can’t resist commemorating the fact that i managed to get back onto chapter four and get some writing done ha ha.
maybe i’m more into this relationship than i should be. but i feel like if anybody would be able to talk to her, it’s him.
“I don’t have to talk about him,” Kes said, as the door hissed shut. He had his datapad in his arms across his chest like he was protecting himself.
“I, nobody will,” Leia said.
“I don’t know anything,” Kes said. “But I know that.” He hesitated. “If I were in Han’s place. If that were— the kind of, of confrontation, I guess, that I was faced with?”
“You mean, if your son was contemplating killing you,” Leia said, a little bitter. “If your son’s mother had badgered you into going after him with no backup or plan or— or anything—“
Kes set the datapad down on the table near the door and came forward, pulling her into his arms. She pressed the side of her face against his chest. He was a few centimeters shorter than Han, and stockier. She didn’t want to compare them.
“No,” he said. “But. I mean, yes. If my son had turned his back on everything I believed in, and was pursuing something I didn’t understand, and that thing, whatever it was, told him that I had to die?” He shook his head, and she tilted her head back a little so she could see his face. “I would die, then. I would not really be sorry. If that was what he wanted, I would do it.”
maybe it’s a tiny bit spoilery but i can’t resist commemorating the fact that i managed to get back onto chapter four and get some writing done ha ha.
maybe i’m more into this relationship than i should be. but i feel like if anybody would be able to talk to her, it’s him.
“I don’t have to talk about him,” Kes said, as the door hissed shut. He had his datapad in his arms across his chest like he was protecting himself.
“I, nobody will,” Leia said.
“I don’t know anything,” Kes said. “But I know that.” He hesitated. “If I were in Han’s place. If that were— the kind of, of confrontation, I guess, that I was faced with?”
“You mean, if your son was contemplating killing you,” Leia said, a little bitter. “If your son’s mother had badgered you into going after him with no backup or plan or— or anything—“
Kes set the datapad down on the table near the door and came forward, pulling her into his arms. She pressed the side of her face against his chest. He was a few centimeters shorter than Han, and stockier. She didn’t want to compare them.
“No,” he said. “But. I mean, yes. If my son had turned his back on everything I believed in, and was pursuing something I didn’t understand, and that thing, whatever it was, told him that I had to die?” He shook his head, and she tilted her head back a little so she could see his face. “I would die, then. I would not really be sorry. If that was what he wanted, I would do it.”
