[I killed you. Han should be angrier about that, perhaps. Some part of him is resolved to make sure it doesn't happen, but that's not anger. That's just Han, defiant, clinging on to the idea that he could still shape his own future, even if it's spelled out in front of him.
Maybe it's too late for him in their galaxy, but not here.]
You're my son. It's not a matter of debt. [You don't owe me anything, Han, Leia's voice echoes, from just a few years ago, after that mess with Frax. We don't keep a tally of debts.] I just—you're my son, I want to do right by you here and now. That's it, that's all there is to it.
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Maybe it's too late for him in their galaxy, but not here.]
You're my son. It's not a matter of debt. [You don't owe me anything, Han, Leia's voice echoes, from just a few years ago, after that mess with Frax. We don't keep a tally of debts.] I just—you're my son, I want to do right by you here and now. That's it, that's all there is to it.