You're wrong. I have met Ben Solo. It was real. You were a baby. I also saw you as a child. Not the time I chased away your nightmares, but there have been other memories I've experienced. And I hold on to those memories.

[ Her hand feels empty without the silver handle, without its weight. Leia knows he won't do anything to her with it, she believes him. Doesn't need to hear him say it, she just knows. ]

Then what, you're a murderer and a protector?

[ She reaches out to cover his hand, wrapping hers over top of it and her lightsaber. ]