Kriff, now he was asking about the story. Leia hesitated, her mind racing over what to say. It was known by a lot of people who her biological father was, and she knew she wanted him to hear it from her rather than anyone else. Still, it was hard to come out and say. "I always knew I was adopted, and I'll always think of them as my real parents, and Luke was obviously raised by his uncle and aunt." She paused and cleared her throat. "Our birth parents were Padme Amidala, an old friend of my father's, she died when we were born. And our birth father." Force, this was hard. "He was the reason we were hidden. Our father was Darth Vader."
There they were. The words hanging in the air between them. She was still feeling so much disgust in herself for being related to that monster, who had tortured the man she loved, who had tortured her.
"We found out after Fett took you. Luke was told first by some Jedi he met, and then he told me later." For some reason it felt important that Han know that she hadn't hidden it from him. Leia let out a weak laugh, chewing on her lip for a moment.
"So, you still want to stay with me? Even now you know my family history?"