Leia remembered too. Not just all the turmoil, but that he had been willing to hold and comfort her despite his obvious hurt. She'd appreciated that.
Now, she tented her hands, resting her head against them. "That was the night Luke told me I was his sister. But before that he told me...a number of other things. He'd felt Vader's presence on the moon, knew Vader could sense him in return, he was putting us in danger by being there. That's part of why he went to face him alone." Leia closed her eyes. "If he failed, he said, it would be my responsibility--as his sister, as the only person who shared his power, or the potential for it--to pick up where he'd left off, put an end to Vader and the Emperor. I asked him to run." She was a bit ashamed of that, but she hadn't been able to stand the idea of losing him, had been sure he was going to his death. It'd been a desperate moment. "He wouldn't. He said he had to face him." She swallowed, hard. "Because Vader was his father."