[Ah, there it is. When she tries to bring it back to his parents, something sours in his chest, and he goes quiet. Before long, he comments, reaching up to cup her face. He knows he will hurt her with his next words, but they tumble out anyway.]

Yes. You are.

[Before she can twist away from his grip, his other hand falls to her waist, and his eyes lower from her's. For every ounce Han's death hurts her, just thinking of his parents makes him want to wither away.]

If you weren't, I might not have gone to him at all. They feared me -- even as a child. They all did.

[His eyes finally flick up, because this part is easy.]

In hindsight, it seems they were correct to fear.