Luke: So what do you think of her, Han?
Han: I’m trying not to, kid.
Luke: Good.
Han: (laughs) Do you think a princess and a guy like me…
Luke: No.
Luke knew what Han was thinking. The right choice for him…the safe choice for him, would be the Princess. What could Luke offer? As the two sat in the cockpit, Luke felt comfortable. It was their place. This moment, the two of them together soaring past stars, that’s all Luke ever really wanted. After losing the only family he had left, this felt right. It was a chance for him, a new hope.
Deck Officer: Sir, the temperature’s dropping too rapidly…
Han Solo: That’s right and my friend’s out in it.