A Little Nostalgia Never Hurt Anyone - Chapter 3
I don't need nobody
I don't need the weight of words to find a way to crash on through
"We would be honored if you would join us."
There he was-- that sick, twisted bastard who tortured the woman holding my hand tightly: my princess. I tried to imagine the irony of it all. We barely escaped off of Hoth away from Vader only to end up back in his reaches again. Leia showed no fear, no reticence, so I followed her lead. She had been through so much for someone so young, but the dam was rebuilt and the leaks cemented. This I was glad to see. She looked so regal in this role; I couldn't help but admire her for it. I squeezed her hand as we were both led away by storm troopers and into our cell.
It was hours before someone came in. Leia and I sat on the floor and leaned against the wall while Chewie tried to fix Threepio. She rested her head on my shoulder and I draped my arm around her, a mockery of our state during the late-night chats on the Falcon as we slowly limped to Bespin. Now, unlike then, neither of us was much for conversation. We were just too caught up in our own thoughts, I guess
Frustrated, Chewie let out a mournful howl. Was it at our situation or at Threepio? Both, I'm guessin'.
Anyways, I'm gettin' sidetracked. Vader came in to our concrete block after an hour or two, and it seemed he had plans for us. Shocked, I watched helplessly as the royal and unflinching princess, senator, and rebel leader's defenses fell away and left only a poor girl too tired to carry on.
Leia wasn't herself. She hid her face from Vader, burying it into my shoulder. She scooted closer to me and I lightly jostled her, hopin' to stir up the famous Organa fighting spirit. Leia didn't lift her head.
Vader wasn't a patient man. (Machine?)
"Enough, Your Highness." Leia didn't look at him.
Vader motioned to his accompanying guards, "Take him away." They moved to seize me, but Leia jumped up suddenly.
"No! You've taken everything away from me! Just take me!" Leia stumbled to the side but regained her balance.
"That will be impossible." Very short and concise, this sith. It's one of an encyclopedia of things I don't like about him.
"Please, I ---"
I rose. "Leia, no. I won't let you do this. You're strong, sweetheart. Be strong for me." (Was I only trying to convince myself?)
Leia took my command as a last request. Kreth, I didn't know if I was gonna die or what, but I would not let her give herself up too.
Leia nodded and the corners of her eyes crinkled up, but a frown marred her beautiful face.
I don't need nobody
I just need to learn the depth or doubt of faith to fall into.
"Chewie! This won't help me. Save your strength. There'll be another time."
Well, I knew my gambling instincts were right. This was it. I was finally leaving her.
And this was the only time I didn't want to. Strike another tally down under irony, would ya? Thanks.
This time, though, I didn't know when, if, I'd be back. And that scared me more than that black-masked more mechanical-than-human sith standing not far off.
I admired my friend's loyalty that I knew was only partially due to his life-debt. Now that I was going, (dying?), I wanted to know that Leia would be safe. Without me.
That final, too-short kiss is my last memory. Oh yeah, and something else:
"I love you."
"I know."
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