Leia smiled softly. "He will. In your future. My past." The smile slipped from her features a moment later, with an accompanying sigh. "He's only a child here, ten years old. It's... very odd to be a twin to a young boy. But he is still Luke."
At his sympathies, Leia shook her head. "Loss comes with war, General. It makes us stronger. Aids our cause and fuels our resolve." Her voice was clear and confident, though her eyes reflected a memory of grief. "Alderaan will not be forgotten, and her people shall not have died in vain." Her jaw tightened, and she looked away, turning her attention to the menu with feigned interest, looking over it carefully.