[ there's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. a few months ago, he wouldn't have cared. all right, maybe a little — but unlikely enough to do anything about it. things were tough all around the galaxy. he had his own skin to think of.
han still doesn't give a fuck about the leaders or their overarching goals. but he can well understand worry for one's companions. he led his own mission not to rescue a galaxy that never gave a damn about him, but to protect and support the only people in it who meant something to him. it isn't a feeling hard to recognize in others. ]
Your mission's insane. [ so chances are it might actually be successful. no reward without risk, after all. han holsters his blaster. ] Thanks for the help. And — good luck.
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han still doesn't give a fuck about the leaders or their overarching goals. but he can well understand worry for one's companions. he led his own mission not to rescue a galaxy that never gave a damn about him, but to protect and support the only people in it who meant something to him. it isn't a feeling hard to recognize in others. ]
Your mission's insane. [ so chances are it might actually be successful. no reward without risk, after all. han holsters his blaster. ] Thanks for the help. And — good luck.