late night stakeouts and overnight shifts of scouring files -- that’s the sort of night that occurs so frequently in leia’s life. any spot of memory is buried beneath the surface of a false life she’s lived. building a reputable one at that , or at least trying to keep her head above water as she pulled many others from the surface. trying to uncover cases that ran cold , cases where loved ones were lost -- in her false memories she lost her own. the love of her life and her son. since then she separated herself from the team she was with and developed one of her own. at least then no one can tell her about how it could be a conflict of interest : similarities be damned.
and with the disappearance of the young girl , leia will do everything she can to shed light.
“ if you’re here to tell me that i need to take a break , save your breath. “ it wasn’t the first interruption that night , and she was very stubborn.
