Disclaimer: I am not, never was, never will be George Lucas, so I don't own this stuff. Secondly, I pretty much stick to the original trilogy. Therefore, I really don't know how Leia really feels about Anakin after RotJ, because I don't read the EU books (they're books, right?). A little bird called Wikipedia (because that's where I get my info) told me that Leia doesn't accept Anakin until years later, so let's call this, slightly-AU (since I didn't properly receive that info by reading the books and I'm therefore not really accountable for it). :)


She never did hate him. She wanted to, but she just couldn't. She hated how he served the Emperor. She hated how he undermined the Imperial Senate. She hated his deadly displays of power. But she couldn't hate him.

She tried. It was nearly betraying her adoptive father by not doing so. It was nearly betraying all of her so strongly held beliefs by not hating him. Oh, how she tried! But she just couldn't! She tried to determine the cause of this… lack of hatred for the monster. There was just no explanation! She just couldn't even begin to form a theory! Nothing made sense!

Well, not nothing. Some things made sense, when she removed logic from the equation. Logically, she should have felt intimidated by him. Logically, she ought to have felt frightened by him. Logically, she should have feared for her life every time he entered the room. And, logically, she should have hated him.

But yet, he didn't intimidate her or frighten her. Strangest of all, when he was around, she felt safe. Something told her that he would never do anything to hurt her, and not just for political reasons. She knew that in his presence, no harm would come to her.


Leia turned to Luke. Her twin was staring off into the distance, beyond the line of trees into the twinkling stars. The celebration had ended, for the most part, save for the dieing embers and pockets of people, still chatting in hushed voices. Like did not notice them, though, nor did he notice Leia. She reached out and took his hand.

"Hey," she said softly. He tore his gaze away from the heavens and turned to her. There were tears in her brother's eyes. His eyes. Something told her that they were his eyes. Luke smiled softly.

"I was right, Leia. He told me to tell you. He wanted you to know." His smile widened just a bit, and he turned those blue eyes back to the sky. "I was right." She smiled at him and squeezed his hand. Of course Luke was right. He was right because logically, he should have been wrong. And as Leia was learning, her life was anything but logical.

"I know you were, Luke," she whispered softly. "I know."


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