[She flicks a glance - from him to the doorway leading from the cockpit and back. Princess Leia knowing the Force isn't the part about this that sits strange and uncomfortable, but what can she say? How is she supposed to explain that every second they spend at lightspeed coursing their way to D'qar, the presence of his son feels like weight around her neck doubling; that they're carrying a bomb straight back to the Resistance.
She chews the inside of her lip, pinching until it hurts. There's an urge to tap her fingers along the edge of the control panel too, but she pins that down. Presses her fingertips against the worn framing to keep from twitching them.]
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She chews the inside of her lip, pinching until it hurts. There's an urge to tap her fingers along the edge of the control panel too, but she pins that down. Presses her fingertips against the worn framing to keep from twitching them.]
If you're sure.