"Well, we should probably deliver these."

"Yes, we should. I'm going to open mine first, though. What about you?" Leia asked Han.

"Um...I'll open mine...later." It wouldn't do for Leia to see him crying, it might make her more upset. And it wouldn't enforce his tough smuggler image if he started crying. There was the sound of tearing paper as Leia opened her envelope.

Dear Leia,

You've been a great friend. I'll miss you when I'm dead. If the dead can miss people. I like to think that they can. So if you're ever sad that I'm dead, just remember that I'm sad that I'm dead too... Wait, I knew I should have used pencil,that didn't come out right. What I meant was, that I'll be sad that you're sad and... This isn't sounding like I wanted it to. Just remember that I will always love you, and being dead doesn't change that.

Sincerely,

Luke

It was short, and based on his messy handwriting, he had written it shortly after joining the Rebellion. It was written in pen, which didn't help with the overall neatness, but her eyes teared up all the same. She missed Luke, she really did. He had always been so strong, she hadn't ever imagined him dying. This was just another reminder that he was in fact, dead. Luke would never have let them read these letters otherwise.

"Hey, are you okay?" Han asked, then immediately winced. That had been a stupid question.

"I'm fine." She sniffed, but she didn't sound very convincing. "Just a little shaken."

"Well I hope you can help me find a way to get this to Vader," he said holding up the letter labeled "Vader". Leia stared a moment, thinking.

"We could just ask to meet, then give him the letter."

"You really think that would work?" his tone was disbelieving.

"No, but what else can we do?" she sighed.

"Nothing right now." He felt pathetic. His best friend had died, and all he wanted was to get some letters delivered, and Han couldn't even accomplish that. Briefly, he considered opening the letter. Maybe it wasn't that important. Maybe it just said something like, "Hey Vader, I'm dead. You can stop chasing me around the galaxy now. Oh, and by the way, you're a kriffin' idiot." Somehow, he couldn't imagine Luke saying anything like that. But really, what could he say that would be that personal? He must have known that there was a chance whoever found his letters might read them. The kid never really thought things through, though. Han's battle with his conscience continued until he noticed the princess staring at him. He stared back, for a while.

"I need to be alone for a little while," he said, unintentionally roughly. He walked off to the Falcon to think, leaving Leia watching him move farther and farther away.