[Han scrubs a hand over his face, clearly annoyed by all this time travel craziness that he's had to deal with since coming here. How many times can one galaxy get itself into trouble in his lifetime, he wonders? Because going by Kylo Ren's apparent age, there's only thirty years, give or take, in between them.
He hasn't quite taken alternate timelines into account yet. He's got trouble keeping just the one straight.
Then Jacen speaks up, and Han looks at him. Really looks at him. Sees the nose, the mop of dark hair, and knows without a doubt where those are from. But the smile's Leia's.]
It's not you I'm scared of. [But it's everything else that Jacen and Kylo Ren signify: the responsibility of parenthood, that Han barely knows what to do with.] This is gonna sound weird, but—how long has it been since Endor for you?
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He hasn't quite taken alternate timelines into account yet. He's got trouble keeping just the one straight.
Then Jacen speaks up, and Han looks at him. Really looks at him. Sees the nose, the mop of dark hair, and knows without a doubt where those are from. But the smile's Leia's.]
It's not you I'm scared of. [But it's everything else that Jacen and Kylo Ren signify: the responsibility of parenthood, that Han barely knows what to do with.] This is gonna sound weird, but—how long has it been since Endor for you?