Well, Your Highness, I guess this is it. That’s right. Well, don’t get all mushy on me. So long, Princess. Han! Yes, Your Highnessness? I thought you decided to stay.
He is here. Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed. Red Five standing by. Partially, but it also obeys your commands. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. I’m surprised you had the courage to take the responsibility yourself.