[ She should've felt his approach. Before he gave that knock, Leia should've known. If he didn't try to comfort her through the Force then he would do so in person. That was just the kind of character her brother was; compassionate, caring, family mattered. As it did, so much, to Anakin.
Leia moved to answer the door, not bothering with responding to his message. Without looking through the peephole, the lock was undone and the door opened. She said nothing, only looked at him, but before he could swoop in for a hug, a step back was taken to grant him silent permission to enter.
Conflict was one of the stronger emotions she felt, sadness, an indescribable ache that was a part of the hollowness she didn't know how to put into words, as she'd told him.
Had she cried? Yes, a little, briefly. Until the anger had crept in. Anger at the Porter, anger at this place, at herself. At Ben. ]
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Leia moved to answer the door, not bothering with responding to his message. Without looking through the peephole, the lock was undone and the door opened. She said nothing, only looked at him, but before he could swoop in for a hug, a step back was taken to grant him silent permission to enter.
Conflict was one of the stronger emotions she felt, sadness, an indescribable ache that was a part of the hollowness she didn't know how to put into words, as she'd told him.
Had she cried? Yes, a little, briefly. Until the anger had crept in. Anger at the Porter, anger at this place, at herself. At Ben. ]