Hans Solo's p.o.v
I remember you were in your prime
and your name took you places. There
was no shame in your game. The vultures
and wolves came in thousands. You were
their scapegoat or sacrificial lamb. You committed
no crime, but you received all the blame. Your
life was stuck in the crossfire. You were absolutely
torn asunder. All that you could do was to surrender.
Maybe you were born to die. Maybe you wanted all
this space and time between us on purpose.
