Leia started to shake her head. "No, it's - it's just part of something that didn't get talked about a lot," she admitted. She and Han saw each other so little, and when they did, their conversation always tended toward Ben, but outside of the two of them - and of Luke - and now Rey, there weren't many people who know that Ben was now Kylo Ren. She realized as she took in where they were - on some starship in a galaxy far, far from their own - that it didn't matter who knew. And this was Han.
"I thought he could bring our son home," she said quietly. It was her fault. She shouldn't have pushed Han to go off, gave him false hope that he'd be able to turn Ben back to the light. "I thought he'd be able to get through to Ben, but -" And she hated, beyond anything else, admitting this. "I was wrong. I wasn't there, but Chewie, and Rey -" And Finn. "They told me what happened." Now her tone changed, went detached, like she was giving a debrief or a mission report. "In all my worries, all my nightmares about it, I never imagined he'd kill his father."