[the rage cuts through him like wildfire. how could she do that? the question was rhetorical. he knew how. she knew he had one weakness, and now she was exploiting it. it was the logical thing to do.

and it made him all the more angry that he wanted to just give in. he could say okay, stand down, have finn again ...

at the price of everything he'd tried to build. a legacy that wasn't his, but it had become his, and he refused to run it into the ground. leia lost han solo, and she kept going. at least he knew finn was most likely alive, even if he'd never see him again. there was some small comfort in that.]

That's not going to work! You can't say stuff like that! You stand down, and we could be together again. The three of us. Like it used to be.