[Fighting, getting out--they're starting to look the same to Leia right now. She's pretty sure one is going to require the other, and that's why she quickly pulls a blaster from one of the dead.]
Han's right. [Your father's right, she wants to say, but even in the heat of a fight, it's obviously the wrong choice.] The longer you stay, the more danger you're in.
[Her gaze can't help flickering toward his lightsaber. It's a violent shade of red, and the way it cuts through the air is wild-looking, wicked; it lacks all of Luke's smooth control. If he disagrees with them, he has every chance he can make them regret going after them.]
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Han's right. [Your father's right, she wants to say, but even in the heat of a fight, it's obviously the wrong choice.] The longer you stay, the more danger you're in.
[Her gaze can't help flickering toward his lightsaber. It's a violent shade of red, and the way it cuts through the air is wild-looking, wicked; it lacks all of Luke's smooth control. If he disagrees with them, he has every chance he can make them regret going after them.]