Han wanted to slam his head against the walls right now—maybe, not really hard enough to kill him but just enough to knock himself out. What was he thinking that time? He had fun saying stuff that pertained to his world and maybe baffling the people when he did it, but that one thing was too close to home.
Literally. Truly?
But the mere fact was that—
Han grabbed his head and dug his fingers into his scalp, he was stupid. An idiot. A complete buffoon. And his head throbbed along with his chest as he thought about the effects. One glowing disco-ball light didn't seem much but what if they actually knew that he wasn't from here? That he was some Soul inhabiting the body of a… character that he created? No, it didn't seem to fit either.
The people in the Rockfall Village acted like they've known him all his life.
