[It's the only logical conclusion to draw in the face of a bond he can feel. One that stings when he glimpses it, a promise that even his own blood (as is so often the case) favors someone else. Shares more with someone else. More insulting than Leia Organa's love for Poe Dameron and his for her in turn, more disheartening than Han Solo taking a wasteland parasite and a traitor under his wing with the adoration of a father past his prime.
His features shift almost imperceptibly; his chest feels tight. Compromised. He smothers it beneath the pressure of a measured breath, willing it away from his side.]
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[It's the only logical conclusion to draw in the face of a bond he can feel. One that stings when he glimpses it, a promise that even his own blood (as is so often the case) favors someone else. Shares more with someone else. More insulting than Leia Organa's love for Poe Dameron and his for her in turn, more disheartening than Han Solo taking a wasteland parasite and a traitor under his wing with the adoration of a father past his prime.
His features shift almost imperceptibly; his chest feels tight. Compromised. He smothers it beneath the pressure of a measured breath, willing it away from his side.]