[ "tough," "better than that"— these are things leia's heard countless times before, whether they're being parroted by one media outlet or another or one of the many insecure whispers that get to her when the night is a little too quiet and far too calm. the shining, perfect figurehead. the infallible princess. too strong to feel, better than the knee jerk reactions people were prone to. why? because she's leia organa, and she can't act that way. like it's against some set of unwritten rules that someone, somewhere decided she had to follow. ]
Don't talk to me about easy choices, [ leia says, voice firm and eyes narrowed. ] You have no idea how many easy choices I've had to make. And don't pretend to understand why I punched Doctor Reid. [ it wasn't about being fictional, it was about feeling violated, used, and seduced. ] I was brash, but entirely within my right to be mad at him and I don't need you or anyone else telling me that I can't be angry!