That Girl, Rey. She’d be good to have aboard the Falcon. I could show her what I know. I’m not getting younger and having someone who can get down in the hatches would be good. And maybe she could carry on after I’m gone. Another roll of the dice. A scoundrel’s redemption.
Regrets have gotta be the worst part of getting old. Can’t stop thinking of things I said ages ago that I maybe shouldn’t have said. I spent so many years trying to become the person I wanted to be that I eventually started pushing away those who were smart enough to see it was all an act. I should have been a better partner, and a better father.
What if I could do it all over again? Honestly, things would probably play out the same. Not much point in thinking about it, though. Constantly looking over your shoulder is a pretty good way to keep going in circles.
You can’t change yesterday, so there’s no use getting all sad about it. But tomorrow? Look out.
Han Solo, Star Wars: Smuggler’s Guide


