Leia listened, and found herself understanding more than she expected. She'd grown up a princess, and though it wasn't to such an extreme degree as what Baridi had experienced, she knew all too well what it was like to be bound by a life of duty and expectations. A number of times in her life she had clung to duty at the expense of herself, her feelings, even common sense, because often, duty was all she had. Her appearance shifted as she thought about this, becoming younger, a figure in a shining white gown with her hair in an elaborate arrangement of braids. Princess Leia Organa.

She wondered if she had unwittingly passed this emphasis on duty over self to her son before he was old enough to really understand it. And at the same time she reached out to Baridi, offering her this understanding. Something a Jedi, whose understanding of selflessness was very different, probably wouldn't have been able to share. And also the tiredness that was as much of the soul as of the body. Tiredness that came from fighting for so long in so many ways and never quite seeing the end of it that you'd hoped for. For a moment the young Princess shimmered into the old General, before settling back.

"Things like that seldom are meant as permanent solutions," Leia said. "Just a fix for the problem at hand. But as they say, 'the best laid plans of sea-mice and men...'" She trailed off, leaving the saying open-ended and gesturing for Baridi to continue.