Galen Marek // Leia Organa
“Perhaps.” Leia reasoned “You really think that, based on what you learned? Your family crest being our symbol.” He was honoured by the rebellion it seemed, and he’d made choices - be it based on betrayal or not.
“If that was something I wanted- I’d be perfectly capable of doing it myself.” Leia insisted as if they were talking about nothing more than a simple errand. Leia was not remotely invested in murdering anyone at all, but she’d also rather no one start murdering on her behalf either, so it was best to be clear about that. “But, I don’t want anyone dead over whatever this is. Anyway, you shouldn’t talk like that-” She would’ve gone on to voice that it wasn’t worth it, the energy, or anything related to it. And she’d argue her feelings toward Vader were a matter of justice, of ending tyranny, not vengeance. She just dismissed that thought right where she'd cut it off, with a sense of discomfort.
“Besides- what if that decision sent every person in Starklandia home?” She shook her head. Why was she even going there? “It wouldn’t be fair; you said it yourself. For some; it’s taken away everything, others it’s ..given them everything.” Including their lives, some had arrived after death.
Leia didn’t find it as easy to move on, but she picked up the conversation that followed after a moment. Despite the insult attached to it. “For some it’s a matter of skill.” Yes. There were some driven to loose more than they could afford to, sums that others might never see in their lifetime. “I was planning on playing some cards while I was here.”