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Leia doesn’t cry, or scream, or break down, even after they drag her back to the cell. It’s not about denying her captors the satisfaction; she’s not even thinking about that, swallowed up in numb horror as she is. It’s not denial, either; she had seen it, she even felt it. But the loss is so overwhelming that it won’t process past knowing that it happened. Knowing that everyone and everything is gone.
Her head understands it, but it’s too large to wrap her heart around.
It’s only later, when she thinks of the little things, that her tears fall.