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Leia sat at the table, an untouched cup of coffee by her, staring at some document on her holoscreen that she couldn't comprehend.
No, it wasn't that she couldn't comprehend it, it was that she didn't want to.
Didn't want to, didn't care. Leia didn't really care about anything anymore; not since Ben.
Ben. Her little baby, who just happened to be a murderer.
And not just a murderer. He had killed innocent little children, his former peers. Not to mention his young cousin, Rey, who was only what? Five?
Leia should have noticed. Should have seen it coming.
She was his mother, after all.
The last time he had been home from Luke's school, Leia had noticed little changes in him. Like the way he wouldn't look into his parent's eyes when answering a question, or the way that he flinched when Leia tried to hug him.
But it was the little things that hurt the most.
So there she was, sitting at the table, wishing her little baby hadn't become a murderer. Wishing her husband would return from wherever the blazes he was. Wishing her brother hadn't disappeared into space.
Wishing that the little family she had left would stop abandoning her.
Leia remembered a time from when Ben was small. Both Han and Luke were there, trying to convince one-year old Ben to talk for them. But he only stuck his head in Leia's lap, giggling madly.
The second they left the room though, Ben had started madly chattering away. But only for Leia. Only for his Mommy.
How long had it been since he'd called her that? Five years, ten years? Time didn't seem to matter anymore.
Leia remembered another time, when Ben was a newborn baby. He wouldn't stop crying, even though Han, Chewie, and Luke had all picked him up. But the second Leia held her son, he immediately ceased his crying.
How she wished it were like that now.
But there she was, sitting there all alone, in a too-empty house, that was too quiet. Much too quiet, and the silence was killing her.
There was talk of plans for another Death Star, by something called the first Order.
The something that was what her son was now a part of.
Leia sighed, reading over the meaningless words on the data pad, once again.
Why did everything always have to turn into war?
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