[Too late. Too late, too late. Leia can see the realization dawn on his face and any color she had in her own drains from it, leaving only red. The blank, innocent look on his face tells her all she needs to know. She waves her hands.]
N... No! [Yet she still feels guilty, denying it so vehemently. She immediately softens.] I mean, y--
[It is what she meant, isn't it? Why did she say that.]
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N... No! [Yet she still feels guilty, denying it so vehemently. She immediately softens.] I mean, y--
[It is what she meant, isn't it? Why did she say that.]