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Leia can’t count how many times has she heard something along the lines of ‘Luke Skywalker? But I thought he’s just a myth!’.
That’s human nature: they don’t believe in Force, they don’t believe in heroes, they don’t believe in fairytales.
Leia’s memories are still fresh: she remembers their adventures, his laugh, rough skin on his hands and the softness of his hair; she remembers ever-present and constant feeling of him in the Force – calming, supportive, loving.
Now, reaching out for him through the Force and feeling nothing but emptiness, it seems to her that the man she loves really was just a figment of her imagination.
