My very first published Star Wars fanfic was in a print zine when I was just short of fourteen. It was about Leia, and it was called Denouement. So is this one.
This is how it should end. (But now can't, due sad real life.) I can see Leia doing this, it is so her, the responsibility, the thoroughness, and I love how you put your finger on it - her son's cardinal sin of regarding hundreds, thousands, millions of lives as less important than one's own feelings. The sin which Leia would never, ever commit. Otoh, she would not let anyone else do it to spare herself, either. Oh, Leia.
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