[She isn't certain what she expects. Denial? Anger? Any number of emotions really, but the response is faint as Padmé can feel the twitch of his fingers against her shoulder and hear the breath he has drawn in.
How she would have loved to have painted a different story for him and given them a happier ending. She doesn't know of his face, of what happened after she blacked out. Obi-Wan had only provided a small bit of information, and it had been all she could do to hold on long enough for the children. Twins. Odd how in the end, they are both right about the gender of their child.
But... He knows? He knows? That confusion is back. He has known the whole time, even as the ship came crashing down? Padmé is never one to condone violence, but maybe this time... How she had looked up to Palpatine, and how he had shattered every one of those feelings. He had fooled them all, or had he?]
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How she would have loved to have painted a different story for him and given them a happier ending. She doesn't know of his face, of what happened after she blacked out. Obi-Wan had only provided a small bit of information, and it had been all she could do to hold on long enough for the children. Twins. Odd how in the end, they are both right about the gender of their child.
But... He knows? He knows? That confusion is back. He has known the whole time, even as the ship came crashing down? Padmé is never one to condone violence, but maybe this time... How she had looked up to Palpatine, and how he had shattered every one of those feelings. He had fooled them all, or had he?]
You... knew? This whole time, you knew?