Once I was sitting in the room waiting for Hamill to take to the Celebration Stage, I felt differently. There were no scoops to be had here. No mystical secrets that foreshadowed the events to come in “The Last Jedi.” Yes, certainly there were stories that were told that any Star Wars fan would like to hear, but there was something different going on here.
Hamill was about to let us, as fans, into a part of his life that is typically reserved for family and friends. He deserved my whole attention. To tap away at my keyboard while he spoke wasn’t how I wanted to remember the panel.
He talked about pretending to be someone else the first time they met, the way she’d steal his ideas and words and claim them as their own, read philosophy (opposed to the tabloids in her dressing trailer) while seated on her speeder bike because she wanted people to think she was smart.
Hamill said the most intoxicating thing about Fisher was the way she gave you her complete attention. She made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Of course, this allowed her to convince Hamill to wear flowered robes on the set of “Star Wars” and parade around the set of “The Empire Strikes Back” in one of her costumes and a wig.
My favorite moment was when Hamill talked about laying in his bed, looking up to heaven and seeing Fisher offer up a warm smile while extending him her middle finger. Our princess, even in heaven, always a rebel.