leia's eyes go wide. she takes a step back. he wasn't— but he was. of all the humiliating moments, that had to be one that those karking films showcased. humiliating and deeply upsetting. leia had no idea. maybe she knew subconsciously, but that part of her wasn't exactly good at communicating with her conscious self. she's always been drawn to luke, and never really understood why until he hurriedly blurted out the truth before running off to get killed or worse. that natural magnetism could have been misinterpreted in disastrous ways.
she has so many feelings about that particular truth being withheld from her, and sam's careless reminder is like a vibroknife to the gut. ]
How dare you. [ finding out about kitty dressing up in the outfit Jabba's underlings made her wear upset her. having sam negligently reference that kiss makes her furious. ] You have absolutely no right to talk about that, but if you were looking for an example of why I don't like being lied to—
[ he certainly has one now. but leia's too mad to finish that sentence, too filled with outrage on behalf of herself and the twin that's not there. the void he left is considerably more palpable in this moment, bleak like a starless expanse, and she can't quite stop herself from reaching out with both hands and forcibly shoving him away from her.
with the force. ]
The next time you feel like lecturing me, leave my brother and your experiences out of it. You're not me. You have no idea what it's like to be me. This isn't a contest, Sam! I'm not trying to outdo anyone in the fictional reveal department! I'm upset. I'm allowed to be upset. Respect that. This isn't about you, and it was never about me being fictional — but that's none of your kriffing business.
Do us both a favor and stay out it.
[ and then she's gone, turning and walking in the opposite direction. ]