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[photophobic]

You should know where to find me.
But if you leave a message here, I will see it.

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[photophobic]

I don't know how much you know about me. Or my abilities. But I am in very little danger.

[ It feels... very strange, talking with his father like this. Like they are simply two people without a complicated history that only one of them knows about.
He's missed the sound of Han's voice. More than he would ever admit. ]

I might be able to find us some answers, too.

[carbonfrozen]

Maybe. But if whatever this threat is took down Kenobi, way younger than he was the last time I saw him, I ain't that reassured.

[A quiet breath.] Just be careful, all right? And if trouble finds you anyway, you call me, your mother, your uncle, or your grandfather, too.

[photophobic]

[ Something in him twists so violently at that concern in his father's voice it almost leaves him breathless.
He's so much younger, yes. But the man who stepped onto that walkway in the full knowledge that he was likely going to die before reaching his son and the former smuggler with absolutely no chance of surviving a lightsaber duel offering himself as an escape route none the less are undeniably the same person.

So because he didn't on the walkway, he accepts the foolhardy offer made here. ]

Yes. I will.

[carbonfrozen]

[Han's a sucker for lost causes, unfortunately for him. He breathes out, and it feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, at least for a little while.]

That's all I need to know. Just sit tight, you and [That Barve] Anakin. [There's the tiniest hitch before he says Anakin's name, as if it's costing him something to say it, but he's willing to sacrifice his pride for this.]