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.