There’s a moment where Han seems in a kind of daze. To his heart, the wound that Qi’ra left felt fresh and yet, it had been months ago. He had mostly kept to himself in all the time. He’d beeen hoping that she would reconsider, while knowing that she probably wouldn’t. He shakes his head and shrugs the melancholy away. “No. There’s nobody you have to worry about. Nothing you’d be keeping from.”

At her mention of the nexus, Han squinted around him. As if it might help him gleen a new insight about the place by doing so.

“I can’t say a few months in I feel much different.” He says. “But then, I didn’t have as compelling of a reason to come back as I might now.”