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You weren’t on any mercy mission this time.

I want to come with you to Alderaan.

I must face him, alone.

I want to come with you to Alderaan.

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid.

The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.