( the little tics. the clothing. the color scheme isn't lost on him, it sure as hell looks like something qi'ra would have worn in her role with crimson dawn. even the smile, which he knows to be a calculated thing. something's happened, and it's replaced the easy camaraderie they fell into at first. could it really just be rey leaving, and a woman wound up tightly around her grief? )
Ben.
( it's softly said, but firm. kylo ren was something he became — but ben is who he is. whoever his son is becoming is maybe somewhere between the pitch and yaw of those two names, but han knows which one he prefers. )
I guess the consolation prize here is that wherever they ended up, they did it together.
( loss is something he's carried most of his life. places, people, friends. lovers. even his son. it hurts, but han's used to burying it. but he really does think that whatever happened, whatever caused them to leave... they had each other. )
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Ben.
( it's softly said, but firm. kylo ren was something he became — but ben is who he is. whoever his son is becoming is maybe somewhere between the pitch and yaw of those two names, but han knows which one he prefers. )
I guess the consolation prize here is that wherever they ended up, they did it together.
( loss is something he's carried most of his life. places, people, friends. lovers. even his son. it hurts, but han's used to burying it. but he really does think that whatever happened, whatever caused them to leave... they had each other. )