Dedicated to my Dad. This was his mantra.
Another 100-Word Challenge.
What have I done?
Leia stood in the quiet cockpit of the Millennium Falcon and stared out at the motionless stars.
All her life, Bail Organa had drilled her to think about her actions: think about the greater good; think about the consequences of every decision; think about the contingencies; just think.
She was thinking again now—only it was a little too late and she was indeed left trying to plan for contingencies.
The hatch behind her opened and a moment later Han's strong arms, already so accustomed, slipped around her, and drew her close.
"You okay?"
"Just thinking."