(rey. his expression falters, for just a moment, beset by something very much like joy. anguish. fear. he can mostly work out for himself that this isn't hell. or any afterlife known to any planet, core or otherwise. but rey has a place in a universe that isn't this one, and —
she's a spark.
reminds him of how luke used to be. a little of leia, too. in those early days when anything had seemed possible, in the wake of saving galaxies untold. han's always been something of a cynic — optimism was for other people. but rey was different. despite the hardships that came part and parcel with jakku, she'd somehow held onto something precious. she became this... amalgamation, all the best parts of all the best people he knew. when you live to be his age, everyone's an echo of someone else you've known before. rey was all that and more.
and she picked his name. )
No, no. It's fine. Bit cynical for my tastes. 'Solo', you know.
( he doesn't want to think about her being alone. )
no subject
she's a spark.
reminds him of how luke used to be. a little of leia, too. in those early days when anything had seemed possible, in the wake of saving galaxies untold. han's always been something of a cynic — optimism was for other people. but rey was different. despite the hardships that came part and parcel with jakku, she'd somehow held onto something precious. she became this... amalgamation, all the best parts of all the best people he knew. when you live to be his age, everyone's an echo of someone else you've known before. rey was all that and more.
and she picked his name. )
No, no. It's fine. Bit cynical for my tastes. 'Solo', you know.
( he doesn't want to think about her being alone. )
So... New Amsterdam, huh?
( awkward? him? no. surely you jest. )