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“I was worried,” Breha admitted, “I kept checking the names on the arrests, wondering when I’d see yours.”
“We were strategic about it, Mon and I,” Bail said. He reached out a single finger to brush Leia’s face, and she shuffled in her sleep in Breha’s arms. He’d already explained everything to his wife that he couldn’t over comms. “I’m sure Palpatine has his suspicions, but we weren’t the visible face of his opposition. He expects the arrests will serve their purpose to make everyone else fall in line.”
“Far too many will, I’m sure.”
Bail closed his eyes briefly. “We saw the signs. We made our preparations. And yet there’s still a part of me that can’t believe this is the situation we find ourselves in. The people offered up the Republic on a platter. And now, so many lives lost, and so many more I know we will lose. Dark days are ahead, Breha.”
She fixed him with an earnest look. “We will not let that stop us.”
“I had no doubt of that,” he said, a hint of a smile returning to his face as he met her gaze, before returning his attention to the child in her arms. “All is not lost. It never is, as long as we keep hope in our hearts. But there’s work to be done if we’re to keep the memory of the Republic alive, and disrupt the Imperial effort. I can only hope that there will be enough of us.”
“More will come,” Breha said, and leaned against Bail as he tenderly took Leia out of her arms, careful not to wake her. “We all have our part to play.”
“Empires fall in time. We may not live to see it, but let our efforts be enough that Leia will.”