[ she feels small. she is a smaller person than him, after all, but knowing what happens, ultimately... he wants to hold on for dear life and never let go. which is why he does hug her hard, even by his own bear-hug standards. the only thing worse than losing a mother once was losing a mother twice. ]

I... yeah. Yeah. We won.

[ it feels good to say it, even if the whole thing felt like a weird-ass dream, considering he was here one moment, shoved back into his own timeline, only to wake up back in his bed like the whole thing never happened. was winning the war real? was leia's death? was an entire year of his life actually just a week of lost time here?

he's been trying not to think of it. reflective analysis is for squares. ]

You should've seen it. Everybody came out. Just... people. From all over the galaxy. They heard us after all.