He smirked a little at his father's pride as it soaked through his explanation.

Perhaps Han saw it before he tried to hide it. He didn't... shouldn't... care what his mother thought he was destined for. And his father wasn't even there, so how would he know?! ...Except, he was there, at least for some of it. Or these stories wouldn't even exist.

"... I didn't kill you." A telling reminder, with a weight all its own. "I backed down from that."