[ The look she fixes him with bears all the signs and symptoms of surprise, eyes wide, lips pursed and furrowed as though she were trying to mute that reaction, and stillness paralyzing her for a moment too long to be anything else. It's the first time she's heard him suggest that he made a mistake in all of this. The bravado of the dark side seems to crumble and peel at the corners, revealing underneath something tarnished with the weight of its actions.
Or so she thinks.
He's not wrong, of course. She would never disagree on that point—not when he personally saw to the destruction of the Republic, to torturing Poe for information, to killing Han for daring to hope that there was something better in him. He had proven Han wrong, and only Leia's stubbornness had afforded him another chance in the form of Rey; she wasn't wholly convinced he deserved it, only that she could understand him. ]
Because of what you've taken from her, from all of us? [ Rhetorical. She doesn't even afford the question breathing room for what's essentially a confirmation that they share this context. ] Do you regret it?
oh god that sounds horrible make it stop
Or so she thinks.
He's not wrong, of course. She would never disagree on that point—not when he personally saw to the destruction of the Republic, to torturing Poe for information, to killing Han for daring to hope that there was something better in him. He had proven Han wrong, and only Leia's stubbornness had afforded him another chance in the form of Rey; she wasn't wholly convinced he deserved it, only that she could understand him. ]
Because of what you've taken from her, from all of us? [ Rhetorical. She doesn't even afford the question breathing room for what's essentially a confirmation that they share this context. ] Do you regret it?