Han fell to the ground, his blaster hitting the earth beside him with a dull thud. His head began to spin, his ears ringing. "Leia," he choked out, tightening his jaw against the pain. His wife dropped down to his level, one hand reaching out to caress his face. "Don't," he snarled, fighting against the agony in his side. Leia pulled short, her hands dropping to her side, to a lightsaber that she had not had the time to use.
Han clenched his teeth, pushing back the burning of the blaster wound and the sorrow he saw on his wife's face. "I guess...this is it, huh?" He gave a forced laugh. Leia nodded.
"Yes, my darling," she breathed. "This is it." Han's lips twitched up into a smile. His eyes sparkled with a new light.
"Well...then." He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Tell...tell the children that I-" He paused, grief overwhelming him for a moment. "That I love them...and I'll...see them in their...dreams." His hand fell to his side, his energy spent. In his last breath, Leia heard the words, " I love you." And all she could bring herself to say was,
"I know."