“Go, and protect Leia... stay hidden, live a normal life. The fight is done.”

As the Consular-class cruiser hummed through hyperspace, heading towards Alderaan, the silence around you was deafening, leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

It raced in an endless loop, the last words from Obi-Wan and Yoda echoed in your mind before they all part ways, a reminder of the weight that's put upon you even after an entire war, you have no choice to carry on. They had failed—the Order, their family... they failed Anakin. He's gone now... He will ever be remembered as the one who hated Obi Wan, who hated you... He did not die as Anakin, but Vader... That's what Obi Wan thinks or wants to think anyway.

You had been vocal about your objections to hiding Leia in the Core Worlds, under the Empire’s direct control and watchful eyes. But orders were orders, and with only the reassurances that you'd get was 'Bail has it sorted out'. You had no choice but to comply. Deep down, you knew—you felt— Leia would play a crucial role in the fate of this galaxy, as much as Luke was.

Seated beside the crib of the newborn Leia, you watched over her as she slept peacefully. Wrapped snugly in a soft blanket, her tiny chest rose and fell with each gentle breath. She looked so much like Padmé... The very one that brought her into this galaxy, her last gift to it.

You had sworn to protect this little one with your life, just as Obi-Wan had sworn to protect Luke. And if it came to it, you would gladly lay down your life for Leia. She was almost everything you had left.