She tenses at the name and her eyes get bigger, but he can’t see them because he’s walking behind her, hand still gently on her, and she has time to fix her face while they keep walking.
Vader. He was the one hunting Obi-Wan, the one who almost killed him, the one who lead the siege against the refugees on Jabiim and ordered the attack against their ship as they tried to escape, and who would have killed them if Ben hadn’t led him off.
Leia would meet Ben here too, later that night, but she hadn’t yet, and she wanted nothing more than to run to him and warn him that Lord Vader was here, too, and feel safe with him. It would be a great relief when he found her in her room later.
Why was he so obsessed with them? Or was it just Ben? Was she just a lure? She didn’t understand that yet but she felt used anyway, and very small. Which she was, obviously, but she usually didn’t feel small on the inside. She swallowed and recalled lessons of caution.
Vader was being so nice though? And polite, and forthcoming. What reason could he possibly have to be nice to a child when he seemed so dangerous to everyone else? Then again, so had almost everyone she met from the actual military of the Empire. It usually resulted in her kidnapped and more people dying.
She watched him do something clever with the paper plates when they got to the tables, listening to him speak. “He does. Some of them are nice. Some of them are really rude and stupid. Mostly, those ones are my cousins.”
Eager to distance herself somewhat from that cowardly bully, she didn’t think through her next statement. “They say I’m not a real Organa because I’m adopted, but my father told me I’m an Organa through-and-through, and reminded me that some day I’ll get to boss my cousin around. But I’m supposed to stop making him cry until then.”
A tiny eye-roll. She looked back at Vader. Was this really the same person who had almost killed her? She'd never seen him, somehow, the entire time he was at their heels, but he couldn’t be anyone else.
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Vader. He was the one hunting Obi-Wan, the one who almost killed him, the one who lead the siege against the refugees on Jabiim and ordered the attack against their ship as they tried to escape, and who would have killed them if Ben hadn’t led him off.
Leia would meet Ben here too, later that night, but she hadn’t yet, and she wanted nothing more than to run to him and warn him that Lord Vader was here, too, and feel safe with him. It would be a great relief when he found her in her room later.
Why was he so obsessed with them? Or was it just Ben? Was she just a lure? She didn’t understand that yet but she felt used anyway, and very small. Which she was, obviously, but she usually didn’t feel small on the inside. She swallowed and recalled lessons of caution.
Vader was being so nice though? And polite, and forthcoming. What reason could he possibly have to be nice to a child when he seemed so dangerous to everyone else? Then again, so had almost everyone she met from the actual military of the Empire. It usually resulted in her kidnapped and more people dying.
She watched him do something clever with the paper plates when they got to the tables, listening to him speak. “He does. Some of them are nice. Some of them are really rude and stupid. Mostly, those ones are my cousins.”
Eager to distance herself somewhat from that cowardly bully, she didn’t think through her next statement. “They say I’m not a real Organa because I’m adopted, but my father told me I’m an Organa through-and-through, and reminded me that some day I’ll get to boss my cousin around. But I’m supposed to stop making him cry until then.”
A tiny eye-roll. She looked back at Vader. Was this really the same person who had almost killed her? She'd never seen him, somehow, the entire time he was at their heels, but he couldn’t be anyone else.
“Are you… here to hurt me?” ._.