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Change, Chapter 9Leia swallowed over and over as her husband’s body trembled, creaking the bed. “Han?” she asked as calmly as she could, again gripping his metal hand. “What do you mean, Ben’s hands?”
Han was blinking at the ceiling. “Something from the dream . . .”
Something in Leia’s stomach went cold. In her mind she saw her son’s hands flying off, his stumps oozing blood. “What was it??”
“He’s got artificial hands . . .” Han muttered.
“Yes, yes,” said Leia, gripping her husband’s own artificial hand, pressing into the hardness. “I made sure the prison would give him new hands . . .”
“But did you tell them what kind of hands to give him??”
“What do you mean?” both Leia and the counselor exclaimed at once.
Han’s eyes were still on the ceiling as if he could see nothing else. “In the dream . . . his hands looked all old and worn . . . kinda
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