Now there was a question. Jacen actually consider sitting down before thinking of an answer because in truth there was a lot he could say. Did he tell Han the truth, his truth, a sugar coated truth, a harsh truth. Did he lie. Did he tell Han about how in many ways everything he said was a lie and words only found meaning and truth when they reached their intended targets ear. Did he cover the words in Force Suggestion, Han wasn't weak minded but Jacen didn't have that restriction when it came to implanting memories. He could say anything but kriff it anyway he looked so earnestly worried.
"We never wanted for anything material. We were always cared for, always loved if sometimes from afar. You and Mother were busy for a lot of our childhood and given who you were we were often targets of kidnapping. It wasn't an easy childhood and not what I'd want for my Allana but it was a life. You weren't...you were never a bad father Han. I don't think you understood me the way you understood Jaina and Anakin. They liked mechanics, they were more like you. I always questioned, I always philosophised about the Force and I wonder sometimes how you felt about that. It probably bothered you when everyone thought I was dead. ...I wasn't."
He began to pace as he thought of how to phrase the rest.
"Things changed of course when I returned. I was gone...for a very long while. Travelling, discovering my place in the Force and when I returned that time... things started to shift ever so slightly between us. You didn't always agree with me. In the end you didn't agree with me at all."
Get out, my son would never do the kind of things you do
The words still stung. "...In many ways Han, I believe you thought I'd changed too much. But if you want to know if you raised us well, you did. As well as you could anyway."