Coruscant posted:You guys made it! Good job. //Obi-Wan NEBULA is officially finished!
IC as Faux-Luke, Juggernaught Luke had not participated in the impromptu mission. Considering he didn't even know who he was, he felt it unwise to go else he endanger the others. So he had remained here in the cockpit, surveilling the view from the home front. Their temporary home, at least. Meanwhile, he had chewed that ewok's herbs away to nothing and swallowed what rest was left. Sure hope this stuff works. The little green one with the long ears came in and the Luke did not believe it possible for the little man to look more exhausted, but here now he did. "Tough battle?" He said.
The kid simply didn't listen. What else was new. There was nothing to say to the first set of things Junior said. It was basically a repeat anyways. Contol Leia, your wife, blah, blah, blah. Sure, she could have hurt Bria, but who's fault was that? You're the reason she was trying to hang on you in the first place. Moron. Junior turned away then. Pops then made the second comment, about basically not existing and Junior went of the deepend. Again. He figured that Han was trying to pin all the blame for the situation on him. Not true, but of course that was how Junior took it. Everything had to be about the younger man, all the time. There was no possibility of something not really concerning him. It was Junior's fault that Bria had come back. Hell, it wasn't Junior's fault that they were there in the first place. And of course he had to turn it all back on the older man, about him being lazy and sitting there doing nothing. Yea, after you told me to mind my own business umpteen million times. It was starting to get a rise out of the older man. It was the assumption that did it. The assumption that Junior knew what he thought would be a better life. The kid knew nothing about life, really. Sheltered, in his own unique way. Sheltered really didn't begin to cover it. He'd been sheltered from everything good other than Bria, and after that there hadn't been a snowball's chance in hell of anyone reaching him until Leia. Fething moron. Han sat, simmering for several minutes, watching Junior. To an older version of yourself, it's almost impossible to hide anything. The way you're feeling, how unsure you are. You know all the tells, and it's like looking in a mirror from the past. It's insanely easy. "You're an idiot." It was a rather blunt statement enuciated very clearly. He was tempted to leave it at that, as basically everything he had to say was writ into it. But figuring Junior was too dense to catch it all Pops decided to spell it out for him. "A self absorbed one to top it off. Not everything's about you, Junior. I didn't accuse you of nothin'. Hell, you didn't do nothin'. But of course you have to take everything and twist it so it applies to you. Fething idiot." Muttering to himself for a moment, glared at the younger man. Refusing to fall back on any of his old habits, finger pointing, getting in the others face, Han just sat there. "I wasn't blaming anyone. Other than that fierfeking swine, Piett. Or whoever put is in this stupid situation in the first place. But no, it has to be all 'Me, me, me.' All the damn time. And don't think yer bravado fools me either. You're just as lost as I am, so stop acting so high and mighty, your worship." The glare hardened. "You wanna know why you lost Bria again? 'Cause you're so damn abrasive. 'Cause you can't see past the end of that pointy nose of yours, and see how the hell anything you say effects someone else. It comes across like you don't give a damn about anyone. Which is true, ain't it Junior? Chewie's the only person you cared about since Bria. You care about him so much that you even hurt her so bad if I were her I wouldn't ever talk to you again. Force alone know's why she was still willing to kiss you. So before you go taking blame for something that no one's laying at yer feet, actually listen first. Think first. Then try keeping yer trap shut." He looked away from the other man finally. Bitterness creeped into his voice at that point. "'Sides, me trying to do something wouldn't've helped. How many times've you told me to mind my own damn business?" Han glanced at Junior. "See? I can learn." The storm was past, and Pops crossed his arms and leaned against the wall waiting for the return salvo, be it verbal or in the form of a punch. Or the younger man walking off.
