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Home. Throughout Han’s life, home has been many places. Usually people.
Well, unless you count a ship. He sure does. The Millennium Falcon. It was how he’d met Lando, how he’d met Luke and then Leia and then dragged by two gorgeous twins unaware of their relationship into a kriffing war .
And, of course, Ben had spent plenty of time, up here.
Which is why he means far more than he says when he tells Chewie that they’re home.
Home is the Falcon and family, and he finally has one of those back.
And, of course, it doesn’t take long to find the crew. Thieves stealing from one to another until his ship comes back to him.
But he knows this ship like he knows his twins, perhaps better.
So much has gone wrong, over the years, the supposed happy ending only a fleeting thing.
But… Han likes these kids.
And this is his ship.
Yes, he’s home.
Except… not exactly. Not truly. Luke is missing, and Leia…
“Bring him home,” she tells him, and Han does try.
(Of course Finn is only there for Rey. He’s the type. Good guy, but he puts loved ones over big pictures. There’s a balance to that, though. One Han’s never managed to figure out.
He thinks this kid will, though.)
Home. That’s his ship. That’s his family.
That’s his son.
He calls him, tries to save him…
It’s not until his final moments that he sees the true level of evil in Ben— Kylo Ren’s eyes.
And he knows,
He died not in a chase or a battle or a trick, no.
He died quietly.
Trying to save someone already lost.