“Fear?” Leia gave him a look, it seemed to snap her out of of the celebrations a little. “We want to be better than the Empire, not just like it-” Leia noted with almost a noble sort of tilt to her chin, she believed this whole-heartedly, that much was clear. It wasn’t a matter of taking the place of the Empire, but returning freedom to the galaxy, letting worlds live as they had under the Old Republic. “All the Empire does is make others suffer to- gain more power.” Her brows creased as she thought about it, chocolate bar finished, as she wiped a smudge off her mouth with the back of her hand. “You don’t have to be feared to be respected or powerful.” Her mother was her example in this, one she looked up to with perfect awe, as much as the Princess would complain about her duties - the respect and reverence Breha commanded through her compassionate, and intelligent ways as Queen.
Leia was being raised in the pacifist ways of Alderaan; however to her it was growing clear it would take more for the Empire to fall. Starkiller’s name was fearsome, and a bit strange. But he didn’t have to be entirely that way. Maybe the Empire would have to be fought against, but control would go back to the senate, and individual worlds. But she didn’t hold his words against him - they were together on this.
“I want to be trained too.” She said softly, already sounding deflated. Her father was making her wait for combat lessons until she was at least sixteen. As Starkiller assured this was all a secret, Leia made a locking motion at her lips, and tossed aside the invisible key. “I’ll keep all your secrets.”