Leia's gone. Maybe it's for the best. She seemed uncomfortable around me.
Why couldn't it have been a second sun, instead? This place is way too cold. Not as cold as space, or other planets I've been--will be--on, though. Hoth, for instance.
So. Is there a reason George Lucas and the various authors that write the Star Wars novels/comics seem to enjoy torturing me? Because seriously. The wampa, and then my hand, and Sith lightning, and Ssi-Ruuk, and Dathomirian witches, and.. all that. How did they.. get it all right, anyway? It's weird, I remember some of it, but it hasn't.. happened yet for me. Not really. For that other version of me, maybe, but
I don't know. It's all just
Things are so weird.