You’re the one afraid of being alone. And I feel sorry for you — because nobody deserves to be bought and sold.

[He says it with some understanding. Her probe doesn’t hurt him now. He has control of it — and he holds her there, pressed against Leia’s sorrow and love for him. He had come to terms with his lonliness — it was self imposed for too many reasons to count. But Kira had no choice.]

If I were you, I’d want everyone in the galaxy dead too. I’m a smuggler — not heartless.