You can't use that excuse to defend yourself. I don't care whether you've committed these actions or not in your time, because they've already happened in mine. I don't care about you. You're dead in my time, and as far as I'm concerned, the galaxy is better for it.
[the rain is a good thing, with Leia's anger being close to boiling over. This way, at least, there's less risk of things literally going up in flames. But it doesn't stop the raindrops from hissing and steaming the instant they hit the ground.
With his threat to Bail, Leia steps closer, against everything in her mind screaming at her to run the other way and let Qui-Gon or Luke deal with this instead. There's only anger and hatred in her glare, no trace of any sort of fondness for Anakin. Because it doesn't exist. Whatever Luke and Padme see or saw in Anakin is lost on Leia, because all she sees when she looks at him is this: a threat to her, her family, and everything she cares about.]
My father is the man who raised me as his own with love and care. Not you. Not the monster who tortured me and held me still, forcing me to watch as my planet was destroyed, who tortured and nearly killed the man I love, and who disfigured my brother. Every time I look at you, it's like I'm reliving each of those moments. And if you go near him, I will take action.
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[the rain is a good thing, with Leia's anger being close to boiling over. This way, at least, there's less risk of things literally going up in flames. But it doesn't stop the raindrops from hissing and steaming the instant they hit the ground.
With his threat to Bail, Leia steps closer, against everything in her mind screaming at her to run the other way and let Qui-Gon or Luke deal with this instead. There's only anger and hatred in her glare, no trace of any sort of fondness for Anakin. Because it doesn't exist. Whatever Luke and Padme see or saw in Anakin is lost on Leia, because all she sees when she looks at him is this: a threat to her, her family, and everything she cares about.]
My father is the man who raised me as his own with love and care. Not you. Not the monster who tortured me and held me still, forcing me to watch as my planet was destroyed, who tortured and nearly killed the man I love, and who disfigured my brother. Every time I look at you, it's like I'm reliving each of those moments. And if you go near him, I will take action.