[The muttering lightens the mood a little, at least; he feels his lips twist into a wry smile in spite of how serious things are. Whoever she is, whatever she knows or doesn't, Han is still pretty firm in his initial assessment: she's a good kid. There's something about her spirit, her stubbornness, even that obvious edge of temper, that he can't help but like.]
I hope I know the worst of it by now.
[Yeah, he's making jokes about being murdered by his own son; what else is he supposed to do with that knowledge?]
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I hope I know the worst of it by now.
[Yeah, he's making jokes about being murdered by his own son; what else is he supposed to do with that knowledge?]
Tell me what you think I should know.