[ The exhale that's released is harsh. As harsh as the sudden bark of a chuckle that she gives, likely a reaction he isn't expecting. It's a mix of disbelief and relief. Leia's shaking her head. ]

I die on the bridge of a ship. After everything I've done with the war, my accomplishments, my failures— I'm killed off on a damn ship bridge. Likely sucked out into the cold vacuum of space.

[ It's believable and yet not. It also brings back memories of Kier, the ship explosion.

Her heart still pounds painfully in her chest. ]

And Han? I doubt he was with me, he hates being on cruisers.