[To apologize. As if that actually meant anything. If she truly had that feeling about the way things turned out, she would have never shown up to discuss that stupid issue in the first place, let alone with Han Solo. He disregards that part of it entirely, instead opting to squint down at a few mechanical parts and pick up a tool.
His gaze does go to her, a bit sharp, when she mentions his crystal, though he returns to what he's doing quickly enough, his voice low and gravelly.]
That's none of your business.
[He's stored it in his room, for now, until he's finished enough with the casing for his new saber to determine how to fit it in. He's pretty certain he'll have to break it into pieces somehow if it's going to work. It had to be flower-shaped, of all things...
The temperature around them is still uncomfortably warm, despite the fact that Ren seems to not be quite that angry. At least there's no burning smells.]
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His gaze does go to her, a bit sharp, when she mentions his crystal, though he returns to what he's doing quickly enough, his voice low and gravelly.]
That's none of your business.
[He's stored it in his room, for now, until he's finished enough with the casing for his new saber to determine how to fit it in. He's pretty certain he'll have to break it into pieces somehow if it's going to work. It had to be flower-shaped, of all things...
The temperature around them is still uncomfortably warm, despite the fact that Ren seems to not be quite that angry. At least there's no burning smells.]