[It isn't a debate. No bristling where Han's hand finds his shoulder, no mourning the way he excuses himself except for some persistent, digging knot that's sunk distantly beneath Ben's own ribs.
The old smuggler had endured long enough. There would be time still between them before--
Ben keeps himself focused. Fingers to the driver, mind locked on the process of twisting and untwisting whatever sits in front of him. Alone he'd never been able to clear his mind the way that Luke had insisted was necessary, but with something to do it's as close to calm as he's ever known. Not freedom, not sanctuary, just...close enough.] Understood.
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The old smuggler had endured long enough. There would be time still between them before--
Ben keeps himself focused. Fingers to the driver, mind locked on the process of twisting and untwisting whatever sits in front of him. Alone he'd never been able to clear his mind the way that Luke had insisted was necessary, but with something to do it's as close to calm as he's ever known. Not freedom, not sanctuary, just...close enough.] Understood.