( he breathes out a little. it catches on what feels like an old crack in his ribs. grief is an ugly thing when it goes to ground in you. han cracks a crooked little smile. )
You should see him fly a ship.
( there's an old sort of pride there, the sort that, were it an object to be found, would be tucked away in an attic, dusty and worn and well-loved once by scattered sunbeams. han's well aware that the prowess ben got from him (and probably the skywalker side too, though han preferred to think it was his own natural skill and not the force that made ben great at it) was something he used in the name of the first order to subjugate the galaxy. but seeing him fly even just a glider for the first time... it was the proudest he'd ever been. )
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You should see him fly a ship.
( there's an old sort of pride there, the sort that, were it an object to be found, would be tucked away in an attic, dusty and worn and well-loved once by scattered sunbeams. han's well aware that the prowess ben got from him (and probably the skywalker side too, though han preferred to think it was his own natural skill and not the force that made ben great at it) was something he used in the name of the first order to subjugate the galaxy. but seeing him fly even just a glider for the first time... it was the proudest he'd ever been. )