Oh Han. You beautiful, intractable idiot.

Paging through this book is like meeting you all over again. The outlaw braggart. The reluctant rebel. You infuriated me, and you knew it.

How many times did I threaten to throw you out of the airlock or dump you on a dead moon. But who other than a stubborn scoundrel like you could have pushed through my carefully crafted shields to reach the heartbroken orphan on the other side?

After Alderaan, I swore I’d never get close to anyone again. And then there you were, with your arrogance and that smirk and yes, I’ll admit it, those tight pants. I never had a chance, did I?

I had you pegged the moment I laid eyes on you. An outlaw, a troublemaker, a reprobate. Did you know that they say you can learn a lot about a person by the company they keep? If this logbook is any indication, I was right all along.

I know what you’d say to that. You’d tell me that someone’s character shouldn’t be defined by their line of work. And I’d probably argue with you, out of habit, even though the proof of your words would be standing right there in front of me.

You spent a lifetime running away from your regrets, Han. I see that they started to weigh on you toward the end, and I wish I could talk to you one more time. I’d tell you that regrets aren’t something to be ashamed of. They’re a chance to step back and take stock of your life before moving forward once more. Regrets allow you to see with compassion, to understand that others have made your same mistakes.

I know you always wondered, and the answer is no. I never regretted our time together. I loved you, nerf herder, still do.

The Falcon, she’s Chewie’s ship now. And Rey reminds me so much of you. Not a single credit to her name, but she’s got enough guts to take on the galaxy. I’m putting this logbook back into the Falcon where it will keep sailing on. It couldn’t ask for better caretakers.

So long, flyboy. Force willing, we’ll see each other again

Leia, to Han in Star Wars: Smuggler’s Guide

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InkTober Day 3: Roasted. This is going to be a pretty superhero-heavy InkTober, and let me just say right here and now that I think Chewbacca qualifies as a superhero. Think about it: he’s been fighting space nazis for decades. Anyway, here he is with some Porg friends.