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“Here, Princess. We recovered this from a source of ours that collects suppressed material. I thought you might like to have it.”
The holo that the intelligence agent handed Leia lit up to a sight that nearly made her drop it.
It was a professional shot, one she distantly remembered taken for a small news article when she’d first entered the Senate, far from the intimate family holos that had been destroyed with everyone else.
But it was still her mother and father standing proudly with her.
Leia stayed strong as grief threatened to overwhelm her. “Thank you,” she said.