[ it's said snippishly, and he doesn't mean to sound so frustrated, but -- it's the truth. just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean han would've made that decision without luke and leia and obi-wan to guide him there. he needed them, in order to be coaxed into the fight. he doesn't have anyone else in his life to do that for him -- no family, no attachments, really, except his ship. that's it. ]
Telling him the future's not even a guarantee that he'd do as he asks. Just 'cause he's saying the right thing now doesn't mean he'll go back and make the right decisions where it counts -- and tossing him back into the fray with all the knowledge in the world might give me a quick ticket to getting my head removed by Jabba the Hutt.
Of course not. That would mean no one had to push you into it.
[Which is the wrong thing to say, and she knows it the moment it leaves her mouth. But it's too late to swallow the words back.]
Jabba's not going to kill you. [Except that she really can't promise that. Leia presses onwards.] And what's the alternative, anyway? Sit here and hope that he doesn't make things worse with what he already knows?
That I would've joined up without meeting you, or Luke? That I would've risked my life without you two? 'cause we both know that's a lie. And there's no damn guarantee that he'd do anything different with the knowledge we're not giving him, but if you want to go ahead and tell him -- and everybody else -- that the Jedi's so-called chosen one goes off the deep end while we're trapped on some fishbowl, then be my guest.
[That she doesn't like it is evident--and really not good enough reason for an argument, frankly, considering that she knew at least some of it already. This isn't Leia's finest hour, but it's also been a rough day.
She pushes back her chair and stands, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.]
So I think we're done here.
[Storming off feels incredibly satisfying, especially after the way she left her father at his order.
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Date: 2016-02-09 03:23 am (UTC)[ it's said snippishly, and he doesn't mean to sound so frustrated, but -- it's the truth. just because it's the right thing to do doesn't mean han would've made that decision without luke and leia and obi-wan to guide him there. he needed them, in order to be coaxed into the fight. he doesn't have anyone else in his life to do that for him -- no family, no attachments, really, except his ship. that's it. ]
Telling him the future's not even a guarantee that he'd do as he asks. Just 'cause he's saying the right thing now doesn't mean he'll go back and make the right decisions where it counts -- and tossing him back into the fray with all the knowledge in the world might give me a quick ticket to getting my head removed by Jabba the Hutt.
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Date: 2016-02-09 10:48 pm (UTC)[Which is the wrong thing to say, and she knows it the moment it leaves her mouth. But it's too late to swallow the words back.]
Jabba's not going to kill you. [Except that she really can't promise that. Leia presses onwards.] And what's the alternative, anyway? Sit here and hope that he doesn't make things worse with what he already knows?
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Date: 2016-02-12 02:22 am (UTC)[ and, finally, a frustrated hiss ]
That I would've joined up without meeting you, or Luke? That I would've risked my life without you two? 'cause we both know that's a lie. And there's no damn guarantee that he'd do anything different with the knowledge we're not giving him, but if you want to go ahead and tell him -- and everybody else -- that the Jedi's so-called chosen one goes off the deep end while we're trapped on some fishbowl, then be my guest.
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Date: 2016-02-12 03:43 am (UTC)[That she doesn't like it is evident--and really not good enough reason for an argument, frankly, considering that she knew at least some of it already. This isn't Leia's finest hour, but it's also been a rough day.
She pushes back her chair and stands, looking down at him with narrowed eyes.]
So I think we're done here.
[Storming off feels incredibly satisfying, especially after the way she left her father at his order.
She'll regret all of this later.]