"Ah." He licks his lips and then frowns, shaking his head. "Not really, but sort of."
Han reaches for the glass quick and then, visibly slows himself down as he observes the color of the frothy drink and remembers what he's dealing with. Slow sip, Han. Gotta take it slow with this drink.
And take it slow he does.
With a few moments to compose himself bought by punch of the drink, he then, continues. "Sometimes I think I remember my mother, but it's just a fragment. The fiery red-orange of her clothes and a feeling of comfort, I suppose."
"Years back when I was trying to figure out when I was born and where I came from, combing through public archives, I realized I had a living aunt and cousin. I've met them, but ... they're lousy people it turns out."
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Han reaches for the glass quick and then, visibly slows himself down as he observes the color of the frothy drink and remembers what he's dealing with. Slow sip, Han. Gotta take it slow with this drink.
And take it slow he does.
With a few moments to compose himself bought by punch of the drink, he then, continues. "Sometimes I think I remember my mother, but it's just a fragment. The fiery red-orange of her clothes and a feeling of comfort, I suppose."
"Years back when I was trying to figure out when I was born and where I came from, combing through public archives, I realized I had a living aunt and cousin. I've met them, but ... they're lousy people it turns out."