Leia swirled the liquid that was in her glass, another sip. "Everything?" Leia wasn't skeptical, but she was curious. Did people here really feel like they had everything they needed? Everyone they needed? Leia found it hard to believe there were so many here, with nothing left for them, when they were pulled here?
"I don't know if I believe in destiny- but I guess there's plenty of different words for one's sense of purpose, whatever it is they'd fight to the death for, or whom, without hesitation." Whether or not it was inescapable was also into question, but there was always a matter of choice, especially from an outsider's perspective, and Nyx's determination and focus was commendable, and like so many who joined the rebels. "I couldn't imagine my life- being any different from what it was- despite all that was lost." Leia was kind of empathising there, understanding what it meant to act in the hope you would be the catalyst for better, with no regard for your own life. "You know- a Princess delivering something vital to prevent evil from taking over?" Tequila probably made her a lot less somber and more amused about it, than she could be whilst reflecting. "Sounds very familiar."
Of course, the brave souls who had made that possible, who had helped her; brought the information had all died, on Scarif. Without their sacrifice, the war may have been lost the moment Alderaan was destroyed. She threw back the rest of her glass for them.
"It's still vague. Unknown. Hardly refusing anything when it's so murky." Leia mused, she didn't like the idea of that, there were alternate versions, or possibilities, it wasn't bleak to rule it out, she didn't think. It just kept focus - all that mattered to her, was what she had lived. She wasn't quite rejecting his thoughts, more just not entirely sold on accepting that this was merely one more of a series of possible outcomes to her life, as if what had come before didn't colour it. She had to smirk and crease her expression a childish one of reluctance, when he commented that she might just end up confessing what was on her mind.
"It's just as well you're not getting paid to drink the stock." She noted of his bartending skills, but couldn't help but offer nicer words. "Still, I'm glad you're here." She noted, as unyielding as she was at attempts to untangle her problems, it would be a different, and probably less pleasant evening without conversation.
"You know. I think it's different for you." She decided, looking at him as if she was examining him and there might just be a slight blur to him now, thinking on what he'd said. "This advice- or your thoughts whatever it is-" It wasn't really deflection, now just contemplation. "It's different, because you said you sacrificed yourself there's nothing left behind for you, is there? This, really is a case of being able to focus on, what's here, in this world, a second chance." She was still respectful, solemn in her tone, that was quite a thing to give up. "Are there others from your world here?" Yes. It would do nicely to continue learning more of Nyx, it wasn't a ploy, it was all part of the unpacking process, but it was also slightly a ploy, because maybe they'd be too drunk by the time they got to her.