"Of course I want to prevent it." The weight of this conversation is finally coming down on her shoulders. Her voice is no longer arching full of indignation; she's solemn, a little weary, and the fire in her voice is banked to embers. "And I want to understand you."

He's an aberration from everything she might have imagined of a child, and yet she can see so much of his father in him. And so much of myself. It's easier to look for what's Han, especially knowing that the fury required to murder his father might have (no, must have, she thinks) come from her.

"Am I next?" she asks, and there's a bitter humor to the question despite the humorless tone she asks it in. He could cut her down right here if he wanted to, though it wouldn't do him much good in the long run.