He wanted to chastise his father, and tell him that he was always going to be a weak-minded fool. He should have rejoiced in the feelings of hurt and rejection like a dark oasis. Instead, he merely bit his lip when he felt them swell up inside him. It hurt. It hurt him more than he wanted to admit.
Finally, he spat, "What would you know about either of them?!" before storming out of the cockpit.
(There was the temperamental hot-headedness that made him more Solo than Vader. Along with the crazy notion that, somehow, leaving makes everything infinitely better.)
He went right back to the cargo hold he'd come from, but at least he grabbed a handful of rations from the galley on his way. Eventually, the sounds of enraged screaming and outright destruction would subside too.
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Date: 2016-06-26 10:37 pm (UTC)Finally, he spat, "What would you know about either of them?!" before storming out of the cockpit.
(There was the temperamental hot-headedness that made him more Solo than Vader. Along with the crazy notion that, somehow, leaving makes everything infinitely better.)
He went right back to the cargo hold he'd come from, but at least he grabbed a handful of rations from the galley on his way. Eventually, the sounds of enraged screaming and outright destruction would subside too.