The feeling of her jerking his head to the side calls more consciousness to him, but not enough to earn him the willpower to sit up properly in the chair. Her words are slow to register, and a few slow blinks pass between them before he answers.
He takes the time to meet her eyes, but he can't find that feeling he'd felt when she'd forced her way into his mind. Not anymore.]
My life? No.
[Organa was the name that held all the weight. Even if that was his mother, that wasn't his name. As far as the galaxy was concerned, Leia didn't have much of a son anymore. And until now, that had suited him. It kept them from being used against one another -- or so he thought.
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The feeling of her jerking his head to the side calls more consciousness to him, but not enough to earn him the willpower to sit up properly in the chair. Her words are slow to register, and a few slow blinks pass between them before he answers.
He takes the time to meet her eyes, but he can't find that feeling he'd felt when she'd forced her way into his mind. Not anymore.]
My life? No.
[Organa was the name that held all the weight. Even if that was his mother, that wasn't his name. As far as the galaxy was concerned, Leia didn't have much of a son anymore. And until now, that had suited him. It kept them from being used against one another -- or so he thought.
She's got it wrong though. This isn't about him.]
But I'd like to think your's is.