[That is all she can say, on the matter of Rhaego. She was still haunted by the whole thing, and it takes a great deal of effort to keep the emotion out of her face. She doesn't quite manage it.
But fortunately, Han chooses to move on from it before long. If the subject matter were less serious, she might have smiled at the way he quantifies what "good" and "evil" means. Almost as if he already knew what she might have said, even if he couldn't possibly have known. All of the energy he gives her is a lot to take in -- it was more than either Rey or Kylo Ren had imparted to her, though she had never asked. She never would have known or thought to ask.
She would have to ask them, if they ever came back, for their perspective on it. Kylo Ren, most of all.]
He told me of power, but...
[Somehow, this isn't what she'd thought. Intense, worldbinding empathy? It would explain why he was so...detached. Like she was. The weight of everyone's energy, of the energy of a family, a city, a world.
How could anyone fathom that? She takes a long moment to try and imagine it, in the context of what Han gives her. And truthfully, it is impossible to grasp. But she manages at least a bit, thanks to her familiarity with the empathy bond. The Force, she imagines it to a larger scale.
Now it is Daenerys' turn to tap her fingers upon the table. Her's is not a nervous, anxious drumbeat, but a thoughtful and graceful, repetitive flow of each of her nails hitting the table's surface in sequence.]
I suppose it wasn't.
[She says it like the ending of her inquiry, and not like she is seeking more information. It easily closes the chapter of her thoughts on Han Solo, smuggler, hero, general, father.]
In that case, I apologize for my previous remarks upon your character.
[She meets his eyes this time, and for a second it seems like that is all she is going to say. Like she does not owe him more than that.]
Your son is dear to me, and my family was broken by people who thought they were doing the right thing as well.
[The awkward pauses suggests there is more to it than that, but the way she looks away from him suggests she isn't quite ready to share that level of grief with him yet.]
I am glad you both may have the chance to make your peace with it all.
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[That is all she can say, on the matter of Rhaego. She was still haunted by the whole thing, and it takes a great deal of effort to keep the emotion out of her face. She doesn't quite manage it.
But fortunately, Han chooses to move on from it before long. If the subject matter were less serious, she might have smiled at the way he quantifies what "good" and "evil" means. Almost as if he already knew what she might have said, even if he couldn't possibly have known. All of the energy he gives her is a lot to take in -- it was more than either Rey or Kylo Ren had imparted to her, though she had never asked. She never would have known or thought to ask.
She would have to ask them, if they ever came back, for their perspective on it. Kylo Ren, most of all.]
He told me of power, but...
[Somehow, this isn't what she'd thought. Intense, worldbinding empathy? It would explain why he was so...detached. Like she was. The weight of everyone's energy, of the energy of a family, a city, a world.
How could anyone fathom that? She takes a long moment to try and imagine it, in the context of what Han gives her. And truthfully, it is impossible to grasp. But she manages at least a bit, thanks to her familiarity with the empathy bond. The Force, she imagines it to a larger scale.
Now it is Daenerys' turn to tap her fingers upon the table. Her's is not a nervous, anxious drumbeat, but a thoughtful and graceful, repetitive flow of each of her nails hitting the table's surface in sequence.]
I suppose it wasn't.
[She says it like the ending of her inquiry, and not like she is seeking more information. It easily closes the chapter of her thoughts on Han Solo, smuggler, hero, general, father.]
In that case, I apologize for my previous remarks upon your character.
[She meets his eyes this time, and for a second it seems like that is all she is going to say. Like she does not owe him more than that.]
Your son is dear to me, and my family was broken by people who thought they were doing the right thing as well.
[The awkward pauses suggests there is more to it than that, but the way she looks away from him suggests she isn't quite ready to share that level of grief with him yet.]
I am glad you both may have the chance to make your peace with it all.