[She stumbles as he pushes her out, falling to the ground just short of the edge of the stairs. She sits there for a moment, hands shaking, taking the time to breathe and attempt to calm down. Or at least to look the part, anyway. Her efforts to try and relax and regain her composure do nothing for the ice making its way across the floor and up the support pillars.
But Leia plans on ignoring the obvious signs of her discomfort, as usual, and pulls herself up to her feet after a few moments. Her expression is guarded, wary of Kylo and what he might do next, but Kylo--someone who was raised by and grew up around Leia--will easily recognize the hurt behind her expression.]
You don't need to force yourself to act like him. You're better than that.
[It's obvious who "him" refers to, with the hatred with which Leia says the word.]
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But Leia plans on ignoring the obvious signs of her discomfort, as usual, and pulls herself up to her feet after a few moments. Her expression is guarded, wary of Kylo and what he might do next, but Kylo--someone who was raised by and grew up around Leia--will easily recognize the hurt behind her expression.]
You don't need to force yourself to act like him. You're better than that.
[It's obvious who "him" refers to, with the hatred with which Leia says the word.]