Chapter II: Their Anger and Sadness
Leia looked good for someone who was sixty-three. Her long hair was still dark brown, with shades of white, and she looked exactly like she did thirty-five years ago, a elderly but youthful and attractive woman. Han, who was seventy-three, still looked as if he was thirty-three, and his hair was still the brown color. Although they were in their sixties and seventies, their look had not changed.
However, their personalites had changed. In thirty years, Leia had transformed from a determined woman, upstart and very controlling, to a person more compassionate and silent. She used to communicate much, but now she was extremely, extremely quiet and very sincere, with a solemn posture. She was no longer filled with joy, but was very, very upset, angry, and bitter. Her bitterness was crushing.
Han, once the unafraid and upstart man who got into anything, the man who was cocky and witty, was now more calmer and very, very sad. Gone was his happiness, gone was his upstartness. He was now solemn and now was more concerned for Leia then himself. He had been crushed since Chewie died, Chewie, his companion and greatest friend for more then two decades. He was very angry and always broke out in fits of rage.
Both of them could be ticked off. Whenever a person mentioned Anakin, or even worse, Jacen, Leia would get out her lightsaber and threaten to stab that person, while Han would beat that person up. Leia and Han could also destory property and even worse, attack and kill someone, if they were made angry. Sometimes, it seemed they would go down. Even Luke could not control them, and one time Leia nearly killed him. Leia and Han's nephew, Ben Skywalker, wrote in his journal:
Aunt Solo is an sad and sometimes angry person. Once I was eating Bantha cake and I said "Jaina said Anakin loved Bantha cake," and Aunt gave me a furious glare, telling me through the Force: "Don't you dare mention him! He's dead, and I will not hear of him! Or youre' dead to me!". When I asked Uncle Solo about Aunt's unrudely manner, he got his Corellian blaster, pointed it on my throat, and said "Nephew! You are a bastard of bringing up my son! I would slit through your throat if I could!". I backed off and went home. I told Father [Luke] about it and he said "Your Aunt and Uncle are angry on themselves. They may take it out on you. So my son, do not do anything to provoke them or say anything hurtful or "agressive" to them".
For the rest of their lives, Leia and Han would be angry and sad.