"Life is random". I still remember Leia's face, her smile, holding that ad up to my camera. She was making a point, I'm sure, but I missed it. Leia's "points" were as random as life. I thought nothing of it then. "Life is random". Why, yes, it is, but that's not news to anybody. It's not even an intelligent remark, it's just another cliché. Well, I didn't know it then, but random doesn't even begin to cover it. The power of a split second is remarkable. The power of decision. Being at the wrong place at the wrong time isn't necessarily what makes tables turn. It's the choices we make, however small. It may seem vain and unimportant at the time, but later we discover we capriciously changed our fate with the stupidest move. Yes, that's what I learned the day I got shot. It's funny the things that go through your head when you're lying flat on your stomach, floating in a bloody man-made lake.
Oh, Leia... I wonder where you are now.
My blood's fleeing the scene of the crime. A red shadow grows beneath my paralyzed body, strange patterns making a run for it. Life crawling from underneath me. I could almost hear my blood fighting me off, bare claws against the Mall's tile floor.
This sure is random, Leia.
I haven't seen you in over three years... I wonder why, as I'm dying, 'cause I surely am dying, I think of you. We weren't even that close to begin with...