dear_mun | (no subject)

There is no right foot... however, he'll stay dead silent on that for now. Well, except for that whole Pffffhisssh thing every time he takes a breath. Let's see what the scoundrel has to offer.

It's not going to get him anywhere, but might as well humor him.

"Go on."

So quiet. You could hear a pin drop - if it happened between breaths, anyway.

"Well, you want to hurt the people close to me." Han murmurs. "But if you kill me, think of all the years I wont be around to hurt them myself."

Because, Han at this age? He's a bit of a trainwreck. It hard to imagine him becoming a great general of the New Republic. Far easier to see him disappointing Leia over and over again and driving Luke crazy.

"Interesting point." He takes a sip of his latte as if he's considering what Han said. "But if I don't kill you then I wont have that single intense moment of pure hate to use in turning Luke to the dark side."

"Being annoyed doesn't cut it."

"I'm drawing it out over a much longer period of time." Theoretically. Assuming this scoundrel lives an otherwise long life. And let's be fair, he can be really annoying.

"Either way, killing your daughter's boyfriend to make your son fall to the dark side is pretty flimsy logic too."

"Maybe."

Shut up, he's gotta start somewhere. It's not like he just go blow up another planet or whatever. Besides it's a process, no one just decides one day to up and go to the dark side because they have cookies or whatever.

"But it'll be fun." Snap, try to deny that logic...

Free force powers and cookies? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal and Han could use some force right about now. Where does one sign up for that?

"Fun for who? It doesn't sound all that fun to me."

"Well, no... not for you."

Sorry Han, no cookies for you. It's a very exclusive club, the Dark Side Cookie Club.

"Nothing's perfect."