Well, there she sits, Solo.
Waiting. She must have been born to this planet--
The woodsy atmosphere and all.
A real natural beauty.
She's in more pain than she's letting on.
And now that the battle's over, I wonder,
Which victor is she waiting for?
The one that stood by her side through yet another campaign
In an effort to reveal his heart,
Or the one who had left to fight his own battles,
Yet taken her love as a shield.
She's still waiting,
Lost in her own thoughts.
And will you argue her decision, Solo,
Or do the noble thing and step aside?
Hell, the fighting's over and now you get paranoid?!