She sounds annoyed, but as she cranes her head back to peer at him, something in her expression turns serious. And not the sort of seriousness she dons when ordering soldiers around or even talking about this temporal mess that they're in. It's a different kind, one that's almost vulnerable in nature.
"Look," and she scoots so she can see him without straining her neck, gathering her hair and pushing it all behind her as best she can. Some of it still manages to fall over her shoulders. "I don't know what you've been assuming about us, but-- No, that's a lie. I do know, and I've pretty much let my Father have it every time he referred to you as much. You made up your mind, and I'm pretty sure you made it up long before I had pieces of my own on the board. But it's not the same for me."
Leia reaches for his hands again. "I'm not saying that to hurt you. Back in our time, I had obligations. A duty. I had the Alliance and Alderaan's survivors. I had... options. Doors I could have chose to open and might have very well still been considering, but things have changed. I'm not a princess anymore. I don't have to think about giving my people a leader or ensuring that I remain the perfect figurehead the rebellion needs me to be. I can just," she shrugs, "be me. I can have what I want, because I want it. Not because it's what I want for someone else."
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Date: 2015-12-24 06:27 am (UTC)She sounds annoyed, but as she cranes her head back to peer at him, something in her expression turns serious. And not the sort of seriousness she dons when ordering soldiers around or even talking about this temporal mess that they're in. It's a different kind, one that's almost vulnerable in nature.
"Look," and she scoots so she can see him without straining her neck, gathering her hair and pushing it all behind her as best she can. Some of it still manages to fall over her shoulders. "I don't know what you've been assuming about us, but-- No, that's a lie. I do know, and I've pretty much let my Father have it every time he referred to you as much. You made up your mind, and I'm pretty sure you made it up long before I had pieces of my own on the board. But it's not the same for me."
Leia reaches for his hands again. "I'm not saying that to hurt you. Back in our time, I had obligations. A duty. I had the Alliance and Alderaan's survivors. I had... options. Doors I could have chose to open and might have very well still been considering, but things have changed. I'm not a princess anymore. I don't have to think about giving my people a leader or ensuring that I remain the perfect figurehead the rebellion needs me to be. I can just," she shrugs, "be me. I can have what I want, because I want it. Not because it's what I want for someone else."