[The sentence was left hanging as Leia looked through the kitchen with fresh eyes, seeing all of the little memories that belonged to the place but didn't belong to her. Oh, her family presented quite strongly in them, but they weren't her family. No, there had never been a Thanksgiving with Luke, or a Christmas around the tree with Han putting on too many lights and blowing out the power couplings.
Or the fuses.
There was an anger in her as she focused on one corner of the kitchen, where it led to the living room, and Leia practically seemed to march over to it. Faint pencil marks measured off the starting height of a growing boy and then kept going and Leia knew that if it had been her, she would have used something more permanent, something that would have kept those markers less faded.
Which made her very angry.]
What do we know? [The anger wasn't in her voice as she looked at the marks, and then turned to look at him. It was General Organa, trying to figure this out rather than a mother who was mourning the son that she knew wasn't real.]
no subject
[The sentence was left hanging as Leia looked through the kitchen with fresh eyes, seeing all of the little memories that belonged to the place but didn't belong to her. Oh, her family presented quite strongly in them, but they weren't her family. No, there had never been a Thanksgiving with Luke, or a Christmas around the tree with Han putting on too many lights and blowing out the power couplings.
Or the fuses.
There was an anger in her as she focused on one corner of the kitchen, where it led to the living room, and Leia practically seemed to march over to it. Faint pencil marks measured off the starting height of a growing boy and then kept going and Leia knew that if it had been her, she would have used something more permanent, something that would have kept those markers less faded.
Which made her very angry.]
What do we know? [The anger wasn't in her voice as she looked at the marks, and then turned to look at him. It was General Organa, trying to figure this out rather than a mother who was mourning the son that she knew wasn't real.]