[ Okay, so it'd been vague as heck. But it couldn't be that hard to figure out. ]
He took everything away from me. He took away my parents, used a powerful weapon to destroy an entire planet— my home— wiped out the lives of millions— my people— and if it hadn't been for him then Kier—
[ Everything up to that point has been boiling to the breaking point. To add the cherry to the cake, her mother is standing before her, alive, warm flesh and blood. It doesn't make any sense how someone like her can marry a man like Anakin— like Vader.
She needs to stop thinking back on Kier; six years had gone by. That ship had long sailed, though the years didn't make it hurt any less.
The emotions are building too fast and too strong for her to think about pulling back in, the emotions feeding into something darker, something almost uncontrollable. With her hands shaking, her grip on her empty glass as tight as it is, the glass suddenly snaps in her hold. Only those nearby look over at the sound of shattering glass while the lancing pain in her palm promptly brings Leia back into focus.
The bartender is quick to react, once he realizes what's happened, hurriedly handing Padmé some fresh and clean bar towels while Leia's left in a daze and fumbling with an apology, finally looking to her bloodied hand to see the shards embedded and sharp.
Is this any different from the blood already on her hands of those who pledged to fight for her? The blood of the lives of her people, lost while she'd stood there helpless and forced to watch as they'd been suddenly slain. ]
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[ Okay, so it'd been vague as heck. But it couldn't be that hard to figure out. ]
He took everything away from me. He took away my parents, used a powerful weapon to destroy an entire planet— my home— wiped out the lives of millions— my people— and if it hadn't been for him then Kier—
[ Everything up to that point has been boiling to the breaking point. To add the cherry to the cake, her mother is standing before her, alive, warm flesh and blood. It doesn't make any sense how someone like her can marry a man like Anakin— like Vader.
She needs to stop thinking back on Kier; six years had gone by. That ship had long sailed, though the years didn't make it hurt any less.
The emotions are building too fast and too strong for her to think about pulling back in, the emotions feeding into something darker, something almost uncontrollable. With her hands shaking, her grip on her empty glass as tight as it is, the glass suddenly snaps in her hold. Only those nearby look over at the sound of shattering glass while the lancing pain in her palm promptly brings Leia back into focus.
The bartender is quick to react, once he realizes what's happened, hurriedly handing Padmé some fresh and clean bar towels while Leia's left in a daze and fumbling with an apology, finally looking to her bloodied hand to see the shards embedded and sharp.
Is this any different from the blood already on her hands of those who pledged to fight for her? The blood of the lives of her people, lost while she'd stood there helpless and forced to watch as they'd been suddenly slain. ]