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Eleven.

[She repeats it, surprised and a little horrified. She has a number, not a name. Whatever's going on here, it's nothing good.

When Eleven waves her hand, Leia feels the pressure, but she holds her ground. This isn't the first person she's seen use the Force; it's unexpected nonetheless. Luke and Darth Vader were the only ones in the galaxy now that Obi-Wan Kenobi is dead.

The only ones besides this girl, that is.]

Do you want to leave? [Time to convince her not to try that little parlor trick again. She can't imagine leaving this girl behind to rot in an imperial cell.] We can get you out of here--we'll take you away from the Empire. You'll be safe.

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[Her attempt to run away comes to a screeching stop at that. Her chest quickly rises and falls as panic is close to setting in. There's a decision to make here, she realizes. One that will change everything, maybe for the better. She looks back out to the hallway, and hears footsteps. Her heart pounds in her ears as she looks back over to the person offering to help her.

It's a split second choice, one that has her reaching out to take hold of Leia's hands.]

Run.

[It's not a request, but an order. She doesn't know the way out of here, she's never been able to escape. But this woman, she knows the way. She can lead, and El will send whoever comes at them flying. Or snap their necks, as is exactly the case with the two guards who try barging into her cell at that exact moment. There's a sickening sound as their bodies crumple to the floor, and El looks up at her expectantly.]

We can both be safe.

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[Leia stands her ground when she can, and she doesn't take orders from children. So when she's told to run, she doesn't, and when the guards show up, she watches.

That's the dark side of the Force, Leia thinks, her skin prickling at the sight of the troopers' necks, bent in unnatural directions. The fact that Eleven killed them isn't something Leia can judge; she's killed plenty of people herself, and she wasn't that much older when she started. But theIt has to be darkness--isn't it?

Luke will know. He'll know what to do with the girl, how to help her if she's been taught evil. And if he doesn't, Leia's sure he'll do everything he can to find out. There's nowhere better to take Eleven than to a real Jedi.]

I have a blaster. [She shows it to Eleven with her free hand.] And I'm a good shot. Let me handle the stormtroopers, all right? I'll keep us safe.

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[She doesn't exactly trust adults to be kind and efficient at anything other than hurting her and pushing her to do what they want her to do. But she's never been told to not hurt someone, either. So after some staring she nods, giving an impatient tug to Leia's hand. Her feet can't hold still, her legs are filled with the urgency to run. The sound of her bare feet moving quickly in place against the floor can be heard as she looks up at Leia questioningly. There's blood slowly trickling from her nose, and she pulls her hand away from being held so she could wipe it away. ]

No killing.

[The woman is spared a final glance and a hint of what could possibly be a smile, before she slips out into the hall. It's as much of an agreement to no killing anyone else as she's going to make, though it could sound as if she's saying neither of them shouldn't kill at all. Clearly, the girl doesn't have any qualms about taking the life of people who she thinks are bad.]

Promise.