We didn't throw you away— [ The way those last three words come out, hoarse, disbelieving, Leia stares up at him and sifts through what emotions lay bare, in the Force between them, in his tone, his expression. Her fingers squeeze again at his arm. Why can't he just understand? ] Your uncle knew more about the Force than I ever could. And your father...

[ It was just mumbo-jumbo that he didn't care to fully understand. Han just knew it was there, it existed in what tricks she or Luke had done from time to time. Thinking about Han now, it was bittersweet that he lived on in this world, as young as she remembered. Their Rebellion days. ]

Luke was a better mentor. He was the only one I could trust who could teach you.