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“Get on the ship!” Evaan will not yell at the last of her royals. She will not yell at Breha’s daughter.
But oh, she wants to yell at the General.
“Not unless you get on the ship!” Leia fists her hands on her hips. She juts out her chin. Around them, the base shakes.
“I’m a pilot,” Evaan stresses again. “I have to go fight! You have to evacuate!”
“You are the only survivor of both Scarif and the Death Star,” Leia argues. “You’ve fought your battles. Come with me.”
Evaan touches Leia’s cheek. “That’s not how it works, mirrorbright.”