Jacen wasn't sure he wanted to hear anything like that from his father. You're still my son. What he wouldn't have given for that two years ago. A sign that maybe Han hadn't pushed him so very far away. But would Han still say that if he knew the whole story. That Jacen had turned the might of the Galactic Alliance and his very own secret police on Han's own people. Corellia had suffered at his hand, he knew that, but he'd been right to do it, even now he believed that, whatever other choices might have been wrong. Corellia had had to be subdued. They'd pressed too far, pushed the GA and what did they expect to have happen.
"You once told me I wasn't" he confided, raising his head to look at Han as directly as he did when making any of his big speeches, changing a law or two with applause and adulation to back him up. He wouldn't get it from Han. "You told me that I couldn't be Jacen because Jacen wouldn't make the kinds of decisions I was making. You call me your son now because you don't know about those decisions. Now I can leave it like that, leave you in the dark about the choices I made. The choices that in many ways I still agree with. Or I can tell you. And you can decide then if I'm still your son."
It was a rather horrible decision for Han to make. Jacen knew that. Knew how much he was putting on a father that not too long ago hadn't even known he had children. Jacen suspected no one had even hinted at what had happened to Chewie yet. That was something that would be much better coming from someone else, anyone else."
"Mother told you what I was, aren't you even a little curious?"