Galen Marek // Leia Organa
The problem he posed wasn’t entirely a new one, some version of it rolled around to challenge ethics across the galaxy. Sometimes the one to be saved was a relative, a friend, did that change anything? Should it. Sure, it had it’s similarities, did the number of lives ended, or saved change the morality of the situation. “Anyone at war has had to ask themselves if the loss of some lives is worth the potential it has to impact millions for the better.” She didn’t feel the need to be schooled on anything; even if he hadn’t meant it that way. Leia’s tone wasn’t harsh, not even so much as an edge to it, she had no more interest in conflict than he did; even so she did wonder what he really thought of her. If it was mostly just, as others had, a Princess.
But, Leia let the arrival of the waiter ease the conversation off, curious about the wine choices of this world, often they paired drinks with the dishes.
“We’ll give it a try then. Just have to be smart about it, quit while we’re ahead and all that.“ He’d called it the game of a weakness, but Leia had seen the smarts involved. “Not, that I’ve got any credits-” She shook her head, knowing that wouldn’t be right, money wasn’t something that mattered anymore, mostly it meant abandoning morals for the ‘scavenging' trips most residents regularly took. “Whatever currency they have here.” Leia had accepted the invitation and been assured that wasn’t a problem already - really she’d had the thought she’d like to return the favour if she managed to generate something from their gambling.
The waiter returned to pour their drinks and Leia lifted her glass to carefully clink it to his when he took it, the customary sort of goodwill gesture before one takes a drink. “Strange how it’s still so nice to take a break-” She caught herself, that sounded odd, what did she do for the majority of her time? Leia went on. “I mean- even when it feels like there’s some sort of celebration going on every other week.” Excuses to drink, socialize, whatever else residents who had no other direction or purpose did. She didn’t dislike it, or disapprove, it was all just starting to lose it’s shine a little. She was better settled, she wasn’t so angry - but she wasn’t about to let hope go that she’d see home again. That things would be as they were. “It’s been months now- How do you feel about the place?” She asked curiously, taking a sip from her glass.