AN: Another older story posted elsewhere ... if FFN is my archive, I have to keep it up to date, don't I?

Yes, well. This is an itty bit I wrote as a meme; Liesel Solo requested another bit for "This Whole Memory Thing" and ta-da! I produced.

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"That's not me, you know."

I didn't jump. "Hard to see that right now."

"Just because you don't think something is true – "

"Doesn't mean that it's not. Great." I blew hair out of my eyes.

"You're falling into your own trap."

"I am not."

"Sure you are. You're putting your faith in things that you shouldn't be. That woman is not me."

I looked to my right, where Leia sat, hands in lap, nails dug into her thighs. She moved her head.

"Lady, I'd love to believe that."

She quirked her lips to the side and narrowed her eyes at me.

I kept going. "Thing is, I know you're not her." I glanced at her uncharred stomach. Then looked up at the pyre in front. "You've been dead for two days."

She leaned back. "Death doesn't separate us from who we are."

I looked at her again, noticed a slight carbon smudge on her cheek next to her eye and wanted to take it off. "It does for me."