[ A snag in his expression, not quite a wince and not quite a sneer. Understanding—the thought pierces some part of him, or simply, like a flash of light, exposes the hole.
He could dismiss the question outright, tell Han Solo he has no hope of comprehending something that will happen to a timeworn old man trying to call his son home. He doesn't. He owes him that much. ] You're more like him than—I expected. [ His voice, rough with emotion, hardens. ] But you've never wanted to understand the Force.
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Date: 2016-08-04 04:25 pm (UTC)He could dismiss the question outright, tell Han Solo he has no hope of comprehending something that will happen to a timeworn old man trying to call his son home. He doesn't. He owes him that much. ] You're more like him than—I expected. [ His voice, rough with emotion, hardens. ] But you've never wanted to understand the Force.