Heaving out a sigh, Ben trudged after her, baffled by how much he saw with mother in her, in that moment. Leia Organa had softened with age, with motherhood, but she had a fire in her that nothing would ever extinguish. Not even death. He had loved her fiercely for all the ways she was like him, and all the ways she wasn’t.

And he had expressed that love by abandoning her and destroying all the things she held most dear.

His boots landed heavily on the Falcon’s access ramp, the ship seeming to vibrate with the force of her rage.