[There is always the ideal and then the reality. Padmé can speak of both, although it is an open wound in a way. For how many centuries had senators stood where she had and kept the peace? It was a failure on all parts, but Padmé now knows that it hadn't been as simple as black and white. Perhaps, on its own without that nefarious influence, things might have turned out differently, but the words have been written on the page and her time in the tale has passed.]

There was no magic to those in my galaxy. There were some common energy sources, but that is all. They were powered through mechanical means.

[Although she isn't really the one to speak about such things. She had a rudimentary understanding of them, but Anakin has always been better. In fact, most Jedi she knew, from Ahsoka to Obi-Wan, seem to have a working knowledge that far exceeds her own.

She listens as he speaks though, that calm aura back to her although it is as much a distraction as anything else. She does blink, finding the similarity worth noting, although she knows nothing of a planet called Eros. Then again, why should she?]

Yet you found yourself here instead. [It is said softly as she looks to the panel, although it seems he has done all that needs to be done to move it.] Perhaps this friend is here, although I am uncertain whether you would find that a comfort or not.