She folded her hands on the table to keep herself from reaching out to touch him again. Despite the fact that he looked like her husband, that they had some shared history, that he was Han, this man wasn't her husband. No matter how much she wished that he was. Leia lifted her head and met his gaze. "He died," she said in a dry tone. "That's what I remember." She remembered a lot of other things, Ben's turn, the massacre of Luke's younglings, the rise of Kylo Ren in the First Order, the destruction of the Hosnian system. "Among other things," she said, rolling her shoulders and sitting back in the stiff chair. She brought a hand up to rub it across her mouth.
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