Leia's grip on Han's throat tightened impossibly as her eyes narrowed into slits.
Han was helpless, she held his life in her fist, literally.
But she was a Jedi. And Han was her cousin. She would not take a life so... frivolously.
Suddenly her grip on Han's throat released and he fell limply to the ground, gasping and choking for air.
"Make me." She snarled, and her other lightsaber slipped out of her sleeve and back into her right hand. She pointed it, unignited, at Han and shook it, emphasizing her every word. Her voice was nothing more than a low, deep growl.
"Now you listen to me. I have many better things I should be doing rather than standing here while you show me just how low a price you put on life.
You have a choice right now, right here. Either I suggest you rethink your philosophies, or I will mostl likely be forced to kill you.
Her voice turned into a hiss.
"So choose..."