Leia let herself be held, grateful for Han's silence. This was every bit as difficult as she'd anticipated. "I knew I was adopted. It wasn't common knowledge, of course, but I was told. It didn't really matter to me. I had parents, and the best father anyone could ask for. I didn't wonder often about my birth parents. It certainly never occurred to me that I was adopted because I'd been placed in hiding for my own protection, or as an emergency secret weapon of some sort." That idea was still strange to her, even after a few months of training with Luke--well, a Luke, the vortex certainly made things confusing--in how to sense and use the Force. In all her life, she'd never suspected she might have any such ability.
She sighed. This was drifting away from the point. "After you were gone...it took a long time to try and come to terms with this, and maybe I haven't yet, but one thing I did decide was that I wasn't going to have children. I didn't want to take the risk that they'd turn out like Vader." She would not refer to him as her father. Her father was Bail Organa. "So, arriving here, and learning about Jaina..." Leia sighed again. "I don't know what to think. Maybe something changed my mind, I don't know. All I know is that I'm terrified of the possibilities here. It's not fair to your or to her, but that's how it is. I'll try to move on despite that, but..." She couldn't think how to finish.