[Look, he knows Leia's from Alderaan, but she's here. She's okay. His thoughts haven't spiraled out to the people he doesn't know yet.
And how can they, really, before he even knows what happened? Before that grief and anger hit him like a wall, staggering him. The words that follow are just as bad when they sink in, and if colors can be ascribed to their connection, then everything between them goes gray, dulled by shock.]
W-What? Wait... What does that even mean? Did they strip mine it? Poison it with too much waste? What about all the people who lived there?
[The thought that Leia was being literal hasn't occurred to him. Before the Death Star, who even would believe that a whole world could be blown up?]
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And how can they, really, before he even knows what happened? Before that grief and anger hit him like a wall, staggering him. The words that follow are just as bad when they sink in, and if colors can be ascribed to their connection, then everything between them goes gray, dulled by shock.]
W-What? Wait... What does that even mean? Did they strip mine it? Poison it with too much waste? What about all the people who lived there?
[The thought that Leia was being literal hasn't occurred to him. Before the Death Star, who even would believe that a whole world could be blown up?]