I know, but... [a small sigh before he turns off the TV and looks at her.
he knows that they've mostly brushed over this since it's a topic neither of them really like or would want to talk about. but since she brought it up, he can only assume she does want to talk about it. pull it out from under the rug they swept it under.
so he'll open up a bit. might as well do it now rather than drag it out, which is something he probably would have tried to do in the past. but perhaps a part of him does want to talk it over. to not have these "What if" questions dangling in the back of his mind.]
Leia, I shot you and had tried to kill you even before that. Hell, I might have killed Jude if you hadn't intervened. [he had hesitated back then, and it's actually very possible he might not have gone through with it then either. yet at the same time, he also could have. the line had been very, very thin back then.] There's no way you can't have any resentment or fear because of that.
[more specifically, toward him.
he's grateful, very grateful that she had it in her to not only forgive, but to also be able to stick by him like this as one of his most dearest friends—perhaps even as his best friend. a type of person he only had once before and had also ruined spectacularly. he's trying hard not to make that same mistake, but he always did before. sometimes he wonders if he won't happen again, if unwittingly.]
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he knows that they've mostly brushed over this since it's a topic neither of them really like or would want to talk about. but since she brought it up, he can only assume she does want to talk about it. pull it out from under the rug they swept it under.
so he'll open up a bit. might as well do it now rather than drag it out, which is something he probably would have tried to do in the past. but perhaps a part of him does want to talk it over. to not have these "What if" questions dangling in the back of his mind.]
Leia, I shot you and had tried to kill you even before that. Hell, I might have killed Jude if you hadn't intervened. [he had hesitated back then, and it's actually very possible he might not have gone through with it then either. yet at the same time, he also could have. the line had been very, very thin back then.] There's no way you can't have any resentment or fear because of that.
[more specifically, toward him.
he's grateful, very grateful that she had it in her to not only forgive, but to also be able to stick by him like this as one of his most dearest friends—perhaps even as his best friend. a type of person he only had once before and had also ruined spectacularly. he's trying hard not to make that same mistake, but he always did before. sometimes he wonders if he won't happen again, if unwittingly.]