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Luke looked at the medallion that he had been given. It glinted in the low light of the stars. He wasn't sure how he really felt about it. Yes, he had been the one to fire the shot that had destroyed the Death Star, but he wasn't the only one in the fight. He wasn't the only one to get the medal either, Han got one too.
But it still felt off to him. To know that they had gotten something, an award in front of everyone, when others who had been there hadn't. Not even those that had given their lives were mentioned by name. He knew it was meant to be a celebration that night, yet he felt like there should have been more.
Leia said they would have something for those lost later. Yet looking at the medallion that still settled around his neck, he couldn't help but feel unsettled. He knew it was himself that felt that way, as the celebrations inside told him others were happy to celebrate and wait for later.
But for all he knew this would be his only time to grieve all those he had lost for a very long time.