She gives a shaky laugh at his answer, not at all sure how to reply to that. Bail Organa and Mon Mothma were her closest allies in the Senate. If she were to talk of uneasiness, of dissent, it would be with those two and their other allies. She can only imagine.

"Don't call him emperor. He doesn't deserve that title. He was a cruel, petty man and nothing so grandiose as that word implies."

She looks at him again, and feels a sort of sympathy for him, definitely. "Then, I suppose we are far more alike than you give yourself credit for. Dying for an ideal is underwhelming, isn't it?"