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Leia Organa Solo (yourhighnessnes) wrote in snapthread,

She was their child, regardless the murk that seemed to swirl around how she felt about that matter. Leia didn’t begrudge Siri’s words - for one, the Jedi Master had first met Luke, and Leia could only guess he was likely to have expressed a great deal of reverence for their birth parents, particularly their father, and what he believed was his redemption to the Lightside. “Yes. I imagine he told you we were separated, for our own safety too? It’s a shame- not only for our own sake, but I couldn’t have asked for better parents in Breha and Bail.” Though he’d loved his Aunt, she couldn’t help but feel Luke’s adoption had been treated rather differently by the Owens, compared to her own.

Leia had, for the most part been raised in discipline, structure and duty; she’d resisted several aspects for a good part of her youth, rebellious and obstinate - but had eventually come to realise it all had it’s place - and such things were tools she would one day use to lead her world and it’s people with everything generations before her had worked to establish, and what her parents sought to hold onto in the Empire’s shadow. Instead all she’d learned, alongside her grief and anger were channeled into the Rebellion.

Was she alright? Leia nodded, though she knew very well Force users were adept at reading the less superficial emotions. “It’s been quite a week.” She voiced, the very least of it. “I’d wanted to meet with you, even before they left.” Leia noted, to assure their disappearance hadn’t prompted it, though the need for distraction may have proven a catalyst. “Luke spoke so highly of you after you met, as had Master Obi-Wan. I know first hand adapting to life here is hard enough without everyone disappearing.”