Leia'd begged her parents for a younger sister when she was a child so she could dress up and play dolls with someone else, paint their faces with Breha's makeup and sip imaginary tea around round tables. Never a brother, though: they were stinky, and loud, and gross, and disgusting, and would pinch and hit her.

Now, though, as she watches Luke guide his students in lightsaber forms cobbled together from old videos and what Ahsoka and Ezra remember of their own training, she thinks that having a brother isn't so bad, after all.