[And in that moment there's a certain cold decisiveness to it, how quick Ben is to wrench his father's hand down and back, turning him to let it brace where it's been pinned against his spine. He's there stooped in just over Han Solo's shoulder, eyes dark and hawkish as they scan the scaffolding ahead, noting every available detail, every possible strategy: the number of troopers, the wookie-- the girl and her turncoat companion, a tangle of distress ringing clear across the distance.]
Set off the charges.
[Solo still has a free hand, after all; if he took the opportunity to prey upon Kylo Ren's sentimental weakness, the First Order would see nothing extraordinary in it.]
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Set off the charges.
[Solo still has a free hand, after all; if he took the opportunity to prey upon Kylo Ren's sentimental weakness, the First Order would see nothing extraordinary in it.]