Was. [There's a sympathy there, a sign that there's something hidden beneath Han's deliberately casual demeanor.] It was.

[Three years on, and there's still nothing quite like the shock of dropping out of hyperspace, expecting a planet, and seeing only asteroids and dust where it used to be.]

Yeah, if only. [This may be one of the few times Han might ever agree with him on something. Now, what else?] Besides that, I've got a friend whose whole planet's under the Imps' control. From what he told me it used to be a pretty sight, but when the Empire moved in—

[He shrugs, mouth twisting into a bitter, tight line. He misses Chewie something fierce, hopes he's okay.]

Not much of a pretty sight anymore, with all the slaves and the labor camps.