Believe what you want. But I've never been afraid of my son.
[ his eyes scour the mask greedily, finding the dings and scratches of previous battles, finding his own reflection in the polished metal — but no sign of his boy.
with his heart in his mouth ( and on his sleeves and living in his face ), han's fingers twitch. as if he would pull the wretched mask off himself. as if he would reach for ben. his hands remain, useless, at his sides. ]
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[ his eyes scour the mask greedily, finding the dings and scratches of previous battles, finding his own reflection in the polished metal — but no sign of his boy.
with his heart in his mouth ( and on his sleeves and living in his face ), han's fingers twitch. as if he would pull the wretched mask off himself. as if he would reach for ben. his hands remain, useless, at his sides. ]
Are you going to take that off?