[So caught up in his need to leave, IV fails to notice Leia's struggling. He pulls her along by the wrist, conscious enough to make sure his grip is firm so as not to lose her. He doesn't so much as glance back when she asks.]
Away from the village . . . or what's left of it. It's gone, Leia. We're not going back there. It's safer here.
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Away from the village . . . or what's left of it. It's gone, Leia. We're not going back there. It's safer here.