"I love you."
It was these three words that Han hung on to, even when so many days passed of darkness. He was in a living hell, trapped in the dark, stuck in a nightmare.
Everyday, every week, he was still, without moving. He couldn't move. He was trapped. Carbonite held him prisoner.
It seemed that every hour got worse than the last. Han knew he would lose his mind soon. If not for those words.
"I love you."
But those three words, they were the only ones that helped him get by. Knowing that when he got out, which he would, that he'd find Leia, and they'd live happily ever after.
"I love you."
"I know."