[Perhaps to him it might not mean something, but to Padmé, it does mean the world. Between the two of them, she perhaps knows better just what Anakin is capable of, and knows how he would tear himself apart were she simply to say that his hand had a part in her own end. It seems so simple to say, but in truth there are so many more layers than just what is at the surface. That he does move towards her embrace and not away, that there still is that soft strength in him- they all paint a picture. He might become dangerous, yes, but not here, not now. Stars and moons, she would make certain that he doesn't start down that route again.

Her hands remain, tender and gentle, still cupping his cheeks, for she is his as much as he is hers. But she shakes her head at his words.]

For everything, and more.

[Perhaps an argument could be make that had she not married him, this path would not have been the one that they found themselves on, but Padmé would never take back her marriage to him. It was fractured at times, having to live that lie, stealing moments now and then when they could afford it, but when he was near, she had felt more alive than ever before. Duty had driven her and they had clashed at times, but through it all, she loved him- loves him- still.]

You know then...

[The shadow that looms for him, that has engulfed him for her. Not completely. No, she would never believe that, knowing that within him, there still flickers that beacon of light. Resting her forehead against his, she cannot help but wonder what else he knows. Perhaps something happier? Her voice drops, a soft but embracing tone to it.]

And do you know of our children? We were both right, in the end. You thought I was having a girl because of how strong the kick was, while I thought a boy. It was one of those secret pleasures I had while you were gone, not knowing what it would be.