"We're not here to fix the galaxy, Solo," Grave said. "We're just soldiers."
"I'm not here to fix the galaxy, either," Han assured them, choosing his words carefully. He had a pretty good read on these men now, and the best way to sell them on this would be to echo their own feelings and motives straight back at them. "I just want to fix a corner of it here and there." He waved out toward the stars. "Rescuing our friend is one of those corners."
"Our oath of allegiance was to the Emperor."
"Maybe," Han said, "But if you ask me, a soldier's real job is to protect the people."
Living through a war, her father had once said, forced one to learn geography. Participating in a war, Leia had discovered, forced one to learn people.
"This isn't about politics, Han," she said. "This is about survival against-"
"Of course it's about politics," he interrupted, turning back to glare at her. "It's always about politics. One Rebel leader pushes to get what he wants, the other leaders try to keep him from grabbing all the credit, and you and Mon Mothma and Rieekan try to soothe everyone's ruffled feathers. That's not survival, Princess. Thats politics. "