Leia and Imperius
She nodded. It was completely true, even if she didn't want to believe it. "A vicious cycle," Leia agreed. She paused for a moment to take a slow sip of the whiskey. It had a bite, but it wasn't Corellian whiskey, and it didn't feel like home. But it was enough that it might take the edge off, a little bit. She glanced out the window for a moment and then back at Lomea. "It's different here, though. As far as I can tell. Almost like a breath of fresh air."