[It's already her fault, in her mind: she's here, and someone else has laid claim to her person. She could have run. She could have hidden herself better. She could have fought them off--never mind that they knocked her out from behind, she must have been able to do something.
(If it's her fault, that means this situation isn't beyond her control.)
No one else, in her mind, should be blamed for their presence in this bantha pen of a holding station. But Leia burns with an unreasonable anger that she couldn't escape this fate and thus helped everyone else trapped here.]
We're getting out of here. [It's full of certainty she doesn't feel. The alternative is too ugly to contemplate.] Everyone's getting back to the Moira.
[Until then, we truce. It's obvious, she assumes, from the fact that she's talking to him at all.]
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(If it's her fault, that means this situation isn't beyond her control.)
No one else, in her mind, should be blamed for their presence in this bantha pen of a holding station. But Leia burns with an unreasonable anger that she couldn't escape this fate and thus helped everyone else trapped here.]
We're getting out of here. [It's full of certainty she doesn't feel. The alternative is too ugly to contemplate.] Everyone's getting back to the Moira.
[Until then, we truce. It's obvious, she assumes, from the fact that she's talking to him at all.]