“Who says you can’t still find something worth fighting for.” Leia added thoughtfully, still making it quite idle, as if it wasn’t a complete thought. For the most part, she’d been just fine and she would have been fine continuing without Luke, or without Han. She would have kept fighting, she would have lost friends, and good people - but none that would affect her as deeply as things more recently had. “And I never said anything about preventing death.” She added, because that would just be denial, wouldn’t it. It was just a less difficult thing to come to terms to, if you maintained your distance. But, he didn’t seem to take her meaning, and that was fine.
Leia’s cynicism, her aloofness lived alongside her ability for hope, and for optimism. She wasn’t just one or the other, she held on to what she needed at any given time - all were useful. It was all very grand what Nyx shared - a princess with a destiny and his life being given without question, but had seen that daily, every member of the rebellion was willing to give their life, for the freedom of the galaxy, every single one. The rebellion was far greater than any one person, including herself, but they all fought; be it a person, with a ‘destiny’ or a hope for a better future. Still, she admired such a thing in him, and anyone else that spoke in such a way. “Sounds like a pretty heavy sort of destiny to shoulder? Your Princess. You too.” No, she wasn’t mocking, or deriding of such a word, asking an honest question, even if she didn’t believe in such things. If the fates of so many she’d known had been their only destiny in life, well that was wrong.
Yeah she wasn’t meant to be sipping, but she supposed she’d getting away with it for just the moment - Nyx recounted the almost unfathomable history of their time here, it was verging on half a year for her anyway - multiple people, duplicates from different worlds. Exactly where she was supposed to be? Leia shook her head. “No, it’s not.” That much she could flat out refuse, and she didn’t think it unfair. But her manner wasn't hostile, her tone wasn't harsh. Still reflective, still low as she looked between Nyx and the shelves of the bar. “What sense does that make? We’re basically abductees- and we have no say in what we really want? That what we had wasn’t everything we might’ve ever wanted.” To Leia it was, her work had been everything, had so had the little family she’d found in her brother, and her husband. “Only someone who had nothing worth returning to would say that.”
But her manner wasn't dark, her contemplation might be deepening, but another snort from the noble. “Sage?” Leia smirked and knocked her glass to his. “And technically, as a bartender? You’re doing a terrible job.” She eyed the fact he was holding a glass and had joined in the drinking, but her smile said it was no more than a tease; bartenders usually got fired for that, right?