✧*:・ @arepure continued from here. ✧*:・
Leia stood stoic, RESILIENT —— demanding s p a c e despite petite frame. The tilt of her jaw, the raised brow, it all hinted at confidence, there was no weakness ( even if she was however mortal, one that had little chance at SURVIVAL. Her son, the monster he now became, was to be sure of that ). Her breaths remained even, the R A G E within steady heart controlled for now.
“It is foolish to declare yourself victor, CAPTAIN.” Voice matched ill intention, the formal greeting vile to the taste. “For despite your wishful thinking ——— the WAR is hardly over.” Many rebels may have fallen, their screams the loudest bits of her memory, but their determination had yet to falter. It never would. She had faith — hope — that even if only one rebel stood to fight, it would be enough.
One would be vacuous to believe that light && dark did not coincide — but she never wanted to see a day when the former diminishes. It COULDN’T. “The only way to ridden me of HOPE is to kill me ; one would think it would be e a s y , considering the First Order’s supposed power. Yet, HERE I STAND.”