[She does the best the can, which at the moment is to just let him cry on her. This is hard on all of them, but she doesn't have to guess why this is hitting Stanley so hard. It's obvious even before he pulls back and starts to talk. Her own hands are still bloody, but it doesn't stop her from reaching up to wipe the tears away from his weathered cheeks.]

I know. I know, Stanley, I—

[Something like fear crosses Leia's face, and she pulls herself up to her knees, reaching out for both of Stan's shoulders to pull him to face her.]

You can't think like that. You can't let him get to you. Randall—this is exactly what he wants.