[ she doesn't, because he was her friend, first and foremost. before everything got tangled and complicated, before it spun out of control like a ship with malfunctioning servos.
leia sighs, reaching up to pull off her sunglasses and set them on top of her head. she squints at him in the bright sunlight, but shrugs in admittance. ]
I might have been. I've been told I do that. [ by han, though usually to lower ranking soldiers who had the misfortune of getting in her way. she had a tendency to mow people over. ] But I was also really angry... and hurt, and I tend deal with things that aren't anger by getting angry about them. Call it a coping mechanism.
[ one that was better suited to war, when she had an outlet for her rage, when she was of better use angry on her feet than crippled by sadness and unable to do her duty. ]